Monday, February 12, 2007
The Tao of Lex
What? I haven't posted in 2 weeks? Time flies when you're not having fun, eh? Here, then is a lighthearted entry to counteract all that studious literariness, a la phonecam time.
You might think that cats don't know much, but I assure you this is not true. Nay, they are students of the universe, and here is the proof--my cat, Lex. Lex has recently taken up listening to just about anything. The lesson we can learn from this, is that there is wisdom all around us. For example...
In a glass of Perrier. Note his contemplative Monkey Tail pose. What wisdom can be gained from Perrier, you might ask? It takes patience and a lot of time to figure this out. Apparently. And each glass is different.
In the tub. This is his favorite thing lately. I can barely get out of the tub before he insists on getting in for his nightly lesson of aquatic knowledge. Note the cocked ear, listening intently to the wisdom of a dripping faucet. Here is a haiku about it:
Little urban cat
Darkened shower, claws unsheathed
Drowsy woman screams
In origami. Origami is a form of meditation; but as in yoga (and physics) there must be an opposite action for everything. Here, Lex demonstrates the balancing of the force by the destructive action of ripping my "kitten" origami figure to bits. You can see what a proud little Darth he is.
In my grey sweater. This is his Yoda. I don't know what they talk about, but every night I put this sweater on the bed near his towel and each time he gets up on the bed, the first thing he does is go over and purr at the sweater. This is good in two ways. First, the sweater gets to tell Lex all the secrets of the universe. Second, Lex kneads the stew out of the sweater and not my arm, which he goes after if I forget to lay the sweater out a strategic distance from my body parts; it's a sort of cat flypaper, if you will. It doesn't make a lot of sense, but question Yoda, you must not. Even if he is in the form of a sweater.
In a side note, this and the related blue sweater I bought from Express 10 years ago are the best purchases I've ever made. Not only do they not ever fade or age, no matter how many trips through the wash, but the are claw resistant and an attack preventative. If I'd known how important they'd be, I would have bought many, many more.
In the Puppy bowl. You might not be able to tell, but that is in fact the Puppy Bowl. There was so much wisdom being bandied about by the hyperactive pups that the Close Captioners were clearly having trouble keeping up. But Lex was not deterred. After 40 minutes straight of listening to their existential crises, he fell asleep on my stomach. To ponder.
(Pondering)
Namaste.
You might think that cats don't know much, but I assure you this is not true. Nay, they are students of the universe, and here is the proof--my cat, Lex. Lex has recently taken up listening to just about anything. The lesson we can learn from this, is that there is wisdom all around us. For example...
In a glass of Perrier. Note his contemplative Monkey Tail pose. What wisdom can be gained from Perrier, you might ask? It takes patience and a lot of time to figure this out. Apparently. And each glass is different.
In the tub. This is his favorite thing lately. I can barely get out of the tub before he insists on getting in for his nightly lesson of aquatic knowledge. Note the cocked ear, listening intently to the wisdom of a dripping faucet. Here is a haiku about it:
Little urban cat
Darkened shower, claws unsheathed
Drowsy woman screams
In origami. Origami is a form of meditation; but as in yoga (and physics) there must be an opposite action for everything. Here, Lex demonstrates the balancing of the force by the destructive action of ripping my "kitten" origami figure to bits. You can see what a proud little Darth he is.
In my grey sweater. This is his Yoda. I don't know what they talk about, but every night I put this sweater on the bed near his towel and each time he gets up on the bed, the first thing he does is go over and purr at the sweater. This is good in two ways. First, the sweater gets to tell Lex all the secrets of the universe. Second, Lex kneads the stew out of the sweater and not my arm, which he goes after if I forget to lay the sweater out a strategic distance from my body parts; it's a sort of cat flypaper, if you will. It doesn't make a lot of sense, but question Yoda, you must not. Even if he is in the form of a sweater.
In a side note, this and the related blue sweater I bought from Express 10 years ago are the best purchases I've ever made. Not only do they not ever fade or age, no matter how many trips through the wash, but the are claw resistant and an attack preventative. If I'd known how important they'd be, I would have bought many, many more.
In the Puppy bowl. You might not be able to tell, but that is in fact the Puppy Bowl. There was so much wisdom being bandied about by the hyperactive pups that the Close Captioners were clearly having trouble keeping up. But Lex was not deterred. After 40 minutes straight of listening to their existential crises, he fell asleep on my stomach. To ponder.
(Pondering)
Namaste.
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