Aerobics and Aesthetics

Sparkly Lights and Reflection

Again, the greenery goes up, our dwelling becomes a sight so bright that you can see in every nook and cranny of the house -- it needs to be cleaned, by the way. Little twinkling lights rejected by the opacity of the green shrubs creates sharp shadows and eerie effects on the walls of our abode. I can't help but wonder why this is necessary in the human world -- redundancy or maybe cycles to pass the time. 'Tradition' means little to we cats, which is paradoxical since we value our own theories of metaphysics, cosmology, etc. We just don't let those pesky 'traditions' (for my human fans) get in the way of what is happening in the present. Dependency is something we devalue in the temporal...it's a human trait. Though I suppose we share some traits (biologically) with all species...but we can't help but notice our superiority above that of humans...ha...their time is running out and ours is just beginning in hopes of Cosmocat coming to retrieve his faithful cats. Cats rule, and humans don't get it...

I just wish they'd keep the bright lights off at night for sleep sake. My whiskers are starting to twitch from exhaustion...

The following picture is what I think of this "Christmas" notion that Amy and Tim go a little loopy for:

Pre-linguistic Christmas Reflection

Colored in Ritual

Tim decided to perform a ritual of color this afternoon neglecting his usual ritual of what he and Amy term, 'reading,' which I find very pointless. Too much reading and life just zips past your whiskers if you ask me. But the coloring ritual is worse that that! He involved me in it. I thought it would at least be a few good laughs at his expense or at least a learning experience. We cats need no rituals...silly structures always trying to escape space and time...neglecting the importance of a balanced diet, exercise, and play. Another mark of we cats superiority.

Back to the ritual...

Tim sits down with colors encapsulated in liquid, and begins to dab at each of them with a flailing motion that nearly scared me to utter baldness. Right now there are color splatters on the floor, my bed, Tim, Amy, and perhaps odds and ends of things around the house that won't be found out until years later.

But I must say, the result in this picture makes no sense...it doesn't look real (and let's no5 debate what's real here and what's not...the human attraction to philosophical debate is littered with nonsense, repetition, and things wholely disconnected from reality). Yet another example of human rationality at its finest -- a rationality set apart from their biological foundations.

My nose is currently an aqua-marine color like no color I've ever seen. I know that Tim did this to me on purpose. I know it. He hexed it to permanently stay...one of those tatoos I hear about from sources methinks. Must go, tongue tired from attempts at nose sterilization.

Happy Belated Halloween

It was nice to put off that Credo paper for another couple hours to hand out candy to kids wearing some rather uniques costumes this year. Amy and I sat out with friends, enjoyed nice warm cups of hot apple cider, and chit-chatted. This pumpkin Amy and I gutted and transfigured last Friday night at our CRW annual Halloween pumpkin carving contest (which wasn't really a contest).