Here is a cat from Huskisson Street, far away in Liverpool. Beryl Brainbridge or whatever her name is, was born on this street.
I have a text "The Cat-Dead Party" that is supposed to be in some magazine, but I haven't heard from the editor in a year. I just sent an email last week.
I don't understand what these editors are doing with themselves.
//UPDATE: I heard from the editor now, and everything is proceeding at pace, I am fairly excited and cannot sleep
compulsory cat -- overseas version
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This is a whore cat, surely. Perched in pink window for the passing Toms.
ReplyDeleteEditors are very busy and important and intelligent people.
One must never forget that.
Damn you husband. I was going to say it was a whore cat. I like it and it's red light. Maybe it's name is Roxanne...
ReplyDeletethere is a mean-ness in saying such things about this cat, it makes me forlorn.
ReplyDeleteMio is also forlorn about all this.
ReplyDeleteWe watched INLAND EMPIRE for the 2nd time, the 9 (?) girl prostitutes are very charming.
Every thing got to make a living...
ReplyDeleteno_no_no
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry to upset you and Mio..but most cats are sluts, even Tom cats. And this one is definitely a catlady of the night.
ReplyDelete"slut" is a human word. Cats don't have human words.
ReplyDeleteI am disappointed in this sort of superior attitude I see being taken towards cats.
They are slaves of nature, in a relatively compressed period.
They don't deserve judging in terms of our human chains of commerce.
it's not even the words used but the high and mighty breezy attitude in evidence.
ReplyDeleteJokes require a root in compassion
I saw a cat threesome once.
ReplyDeleteIn Cyprus.
I think the bottom one was female, the middle male, and the top one just confused.
A formative sexual experience, I expect.
ReplyDeleteWhat about beryl? She fell over in foyles bookshop after drinking too much wine, in a programme I saw before leaving. And she visited Liverpool. "ooh it's awful," she said.