Friday, March 12, 2010

A Copy Is Never The Same But Still Appreciated

Keyboard Cat is dead. Long live Keyboard Cat!

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

That’s nothing; my cats can do a full orchestral score, a Line dance, and mouth vacuum the kitchen floor without opening either eye or moving off their warm spot.

Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness said...

But do I see that on the You Tubes? No. So how can I believe that your world really exists?

vancouver mark said...

When she was just a kitten I had my cat doing folk songs and disco demonstrations for my wife. Now all I have to do is sound the opening guitar twang from "A Horse With No Name" (for some reason that became her signature song) and my cat's body goes limp and her eyes glaze over as she prepares for three or four minutes of existential angst.

vancouver mark said...

And once every six weeks we whisper the dreaded words "bath time" across the room at her and watch as she simulates moss and lichen.
When we get up and slowly cross the room toward her softly breathing "bath time, bath time," she attempts to hide within the carpet and makes these wierd "meh meh meh" sounds that she otherwise never makes. Then we take her to the tub and she endures about fifteen minutes of existential angst followed by about twenty hours of bitterly resentful drying time.

Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness said...

A cat with ennui. I love it. I love the way she just accepts the moments for all the other joys she has in her joyless life. Do they have therapy for cats? Maybe catnip therapy.