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.