Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

kiwi
come back to me
you flightless bird you
why do you ignore me
kiwi
is it emu again
well is it
flightless birds have no soul
no, i take that back
please forgive me
kiwi
ya lousy bum

Forget it feather breath.
I would rather live in a hollow log and drink muddy water than live with a cat again.




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Did you know a cat can kill a copperhead. A friend of mine took a picture of her cat in battle with a copperhead. Amazine picture.

kitty ate kiwi. tough break.

ah well
not like my friends did not try to warn me it wouldn't work out.

I wish I had used a picture of sylvester but I did not think of him till now.

I used to love that cat when I was a kid, I was always rooting for him to get tweety. I was a weird kid.

thanks for the poem.

Pardon me for being so Freudian but you seem a little ambivelant about birds.

the freudian oozes out of my pen - it is beyond my control.

the cat looks like chip - an old buddy of mine. god rest that merry gentleman.

To combat Freudian ooze you might try writing with a quil.

Bad day, November 22, 1963, orange tabby named Dennis. A great cat spirit. Still think about him now and then. Run over by a taxi. I cried for him that day, or maybe it was economy of effort, I cried for so many reasons that day.

Les Paws a siamese, I got to find a doodle of him by my brother, the greatest doodle artist I know. I was going to post it to terri's cat art but forgot.

wasn't jfk assassinated on that day?

ten four, economy of effort.

I was at my grandmother's house one day when she dropped a flower pot and got so upset with herself she started crying. Just then my dad came by and she went out to meet him with tears in her eyes, he had an operation for cancer a couple of weeks before. And she said "oh mike I was so worried about you I was crying." On the way home I told him why she was really crying and he said, "economy of effort"

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i've lived with many cats. the more i interact with mammals the more i'm convinced that we are basically the same across the board. the cats were not my pets - they were my associates.

sounds like my dad somewhat. i can picture him making the same comment in the same situation.

I realize now that I was also crying for my dad that day. Took me years to mourn his death

All hell broke loose that day. Emotions bottled up for years broke lose. I think the word is abreaction.



I have always considered cats as roommates not pets. I feel the same about my dog.

wild pic. i think i used to party with her.

i have abdicated my power of deletion. unless it is what you truly want. i know that graveyard; i always wanted to go through it, but it was always locked up. do you know anything of its history.

well that was quick - my power of deletion has been usurped - you usurper.