:: cat'log ::

or daily scribblings

on my bedstand:

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

on my list:

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

saturday, november tenth - wet day

trying to concentrate quite difficult lately. just trying to organize things in a logical and efficient manner such a heavy chore.

>> so she says. just a good time she has chosen to be picky about clean up. shit, i just felt like leaving her a little token of my esteem. i'm just too good for her, that's it. i just resigned myself to curlying up in that object she calls "clyto's couch". would you sleep in a crate covered with old rags? of course i prefer her couch, which she has recently named (no, actually it was that huge biped who shares her... ahem my living space) the "cat-container", ha ha ha, la di da. anyways, we managed to work out a compromise: i don't lay about on the big couch when she occupies it, and she gets to use the jeans coverlet to protect her precious furniture. <<

chilled to death. yeah, puss, don't particularly care to sit on your dirt.

sunday, november 25 - chilly but sunny

in and out of hospitals, trying to survive extreme chill, just console myself with thought that chicago was worse (but, so what? florida was better!).

just figured clyto and i are of the same age, relatively speaking. and, unfortunate coincidence, we are both undergoing severe medical treatment, although for different ailments. she, unlike me, is less resigned to unpleasant treatment for she doesn't have reason to give her sufficient motivation. at least, i explain it that way. poor thing, doesn't understand that that awful itching and burning that i cause her inside her ears is for fighting otitis. and then, in less than a couple of weeks, we'll have to take care of worms in her inflated belly. hold on, puss, it'll get better soon...

<< yeah right, tell me about it. locking me inside like a prisoner... i'll appeal to the hague civil rights court and then we shall see, miss know-it-all. i'm truly sorry for your health problems, but why didn't you get fixed like i did? sure, i didn't ask for it, but it sure has saved me tons of complications. >>

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