:: cat'log ::

or daily scribblings

on my bedstand:

i, claudius - r. graves (just finished)
claudius, the god - idem (half way)
dalla monarchia alla repubblica - c. mazzarino
(just begun)
sessanta racconti - d. buzzati (just finished)

on my list:

el buscon - quevedo
libidinal economy - j.-f. lyotard

saturday, december twentysecond - still very freezing

feeling physically lousy, but emotionally turbulently positive. desire. tons of it. schizoid about him: would beat him up to a plup and at the same time roll over with joy under the sheets. eros. << meow meow... why do you abandon me? you know i love you. is it because i'm such a glutton for biscuits? is it because i make you freeze to a popsicle these days? you know i can't help it, so don't punish me, pretty please... oh cat, had to stoop to the fat lady there, or i would have starved myself little. really afraid for a bit, but hell, i think she gave up sticking painful things into my ears. next time i'll bite her real and good! >>

monday, december seventeenth - freezing ouch

well, i know that in chicago it's worse, and where i'm going tomorrow will be far colder than here, but i wasn't meant to freeze my little butt. ouch

clyto is planning my death, i know it. she insists in having the window open in spite of below zero temperatures. what does she care? she's got fur. i read "cats are little women in cheap fur coats". true true. oh how she whines...

he is giving me the hardest time. intolerant, he says, because when i was most in need of help, instead of showing solidarity he just started lecturing me. and worse, i'm intolerant because i complained of feeling abandoned. well, shit. show know better than complain with men about their being insensitive. they'll begrudge you your keen mind.

suitcase basically ready, feeling weary and sad. very sad.

friday, november thirtieth - very sunny

>> she's back!! heard her voice from miles away. where have you been, you silly goose? make me worry like that, abnormal. oh she was warm and cuddly and my belly at last filled with delicious chow. i knew something was wrong, poor thing... now you know what it feels like being stuck inside against your will, but that's ok, you're back at long last. i can even forgive you for putting those nasty drops inside my ears, i know you do it for my sake. as long as you stay around and don't leave me never more, you can do just about anything. meowsmack! <<

what a week!! get into the hospital for a simple, stupid test and return after a week with my head busted and my nerves shaken. i hate doctors, i positively do. i'm quite done with traditional medicine, and never, but really never will let them cut me for whatever reason. i'd rather die... all they care is saving their precious butt.

oh puss, good to see you again. if only you knew how much i missed you and worried... sorry to treat you like that, you don't know how reluctant i am now forcing you to take your medicine, but trust me, it is for your own good and never for my sake, never!

such a strange feeling realizing how scared people got for my sake, when i myself didn't even realize what danger i was in. ah it sure must have been a strange sight seeing me lying on the floor with blood coming out of my head!

thursday, november twentyninth - sunny and cold

>> my ears hurt and itch. the bark goes on, silly dog. can't you see nobody cares? what you got to complain? your bowl is overflowing with food, unlike mine. but, hi hi, you're caged while i'm not. if only she returned... <<

wednesday, november twentyeighth - gloomeow

>> never thought i'd miss her so much. don't actually know what's going on, probably just one of her unexplicable escapades. she does that now and then, disappears for no good reason. but, methinks, something amiss. saw her guy, yesterday, returning from work at noon. didn't like it one bit, seemed like he came from a funeral. then quite early this morning i saw him going out, he never gets up so early. meowrgh

fat lady, you can shake your stupid biscuits to your heart's content, but i'm no fool, i know what you want: stick those needles in my ears, that's what you want. it's freezing cold out here, but i'd rather freeze to death than face the bitter medicine. so long, lady. <<

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