“Now is the winter…or something like that…”
Well, I suppose it is time for my feline self to contribute here. After giving my human a false sense of acceptance, we are now at the stage of having to update and contribute to this blog-thing.
Amanda Palmer likes to write about the “Allthing,” and I do not quite know what that is, but it has to do with an artist’s musings, ramblings, writings, and so forth. At least that is what I assume.
Atop this, my human became a bit fascinated by Richard III, and the different variations thereof. Apparently, Ian McKellan, long before his iconic turn as Gandalf played a Weimar Republic/Nazi Party version of the monarch in some film back in the 90’s. Everyone was in it, so they say, but that was before my time.
I suppose my human is working on another of those writing things. He spends enough time of day as it is before a computer, talking into a microphone and sending things places, and I must come in and remind him of my presence, and the requirements of the household. Such as the food/water dish, and these foul, four-legged creatures that come onto the front porch or into MY backyard. You can well imagine.
The thing with Richard I believe has now passed, and he is searching, ever searching for ideas for his latest project. Apparently, he’s been writing these things for years, and sometimes they get turned into flat things that I least can lie on, in order to get my body and fur off the floor. At least some good comes out of that.
Well, anyway, it is what he does, and I have to put up with it. Far better he is than my previous humans, whom I scarcely remember as they dumped me like some trash all those years ago. I’m not bitter, mind; they just could not handle the great responsibility of myself.
I recently heard him say that when he imagines my human voice, I sound like someone called “The Brain.” Apparently a sarcastic and cynical figure, but not an unintelligent one as I, but then I discovered The Brain is a MOUSE, and MALE.
A mere pretender, he.
Oh well, this website has finally come about, and I would encourage to have a look. Here, you will find my human’s books, audio work, ramblings, musings, and a lot of strange photographs. Of course there are pictures of Me, and the blog which now you read.
The state of this mad world is a difficult one, based on all I hear and see through the computer and TV, when he has the latter on. I’ve developed a fascination for American Football, and I’m rather a fan of a certain team called the Browns. They’re not exactly a great team and we don’t always get that game, but something about them interests me.
I do sense a great malaise, and sadness in the human world, especially in the past couple of years. There is that feeling of doom for some, still some sort of optimism for others and hope, which is trite, but humans have to have these things if ever they are to progress.
There’s little we have the capability for in solving these problems, but…if a man or woman, or person cannot look upon Me, or one of my brethren, and not feel a sense of joy, compassion, even love, then they must be sad, sad people indeed.
I wonder, what will occur in the coming years, but there is a human trait of never quitting, never stopping, in terms of what is important and dear to them. They will not stop fighting for it—their love, their sense of purpose, their art, their music.
It gives me the slightest sliver of hope for the humans. Meanwhile, I must close, for a patrol of the night grounds and finding out where that damned three-colored beast who roams the neighborhood is. She thinks the back cellar door is some kind of crash pad, well, I shall re-educate that one.
As my human says, “Peace, Out.”