|Purred: Thu Apr 10, '08 3:51pm PST |
|Mom doesn't like most continental philosophy that has come out in the 20th century, so no reading about existentialism or post-modernism around here (sorry, Horus), unless I develop opposable thumbs, so I can bypass mom's assistance and order books online . She made one lone exception for Foucault's "Discipline and Punish", but she found it kind of byzantine. She was more into straightforward analytic philosophy (and that was so long ago that even dad sometimes is perplexed by it: she's not analytic at all these days ). I just found it plain boring.
As for Ceiling Cat, he is a false god compared to the Great Cat. Ceiling Cat can only spy one ceiling at a time, whereas the Great Cat sees all cats, all the time. That is because he is not corporeal, but an invisible cat of an indefinite size. That's where the toilet paper comes in. Some say that if you shred enough toilet paper at just the right time, the Great Cat will reveal itself to you. That's what supposed to happen.
In effect, all that happens is that I get in trouble, and mom keeps taking mangled upon mangled rolls away from me. She tells dad that I am too alone and bored, so I need something called a little brother. I have no idea what that is. Is it kind of like having a sisfur (I had one as a kitten, and she was annoying and bossy)? Because I'm not sure that I want that, unless he becomes a minion of sorts.
Anyway, we've veered off topic enough. My mom has two fake cats.
One is something she calls a neko neko, it's some plastic thing whose head bobbles that sits on one of our bookshelves for right now. Dad got it for mom because she'd always see one in Japanese restaurants and wanted one of her own.
The other is this little stuffed cat with a microchip inside that makes it sound like a real cat when mom squeezes its tummy. The first time I heard it, I thought it was a real kitten and tried to lick it to calm it down, but then I realized it was not alive and I got freaked out and hid from it. I thought mom would come console me, but she actually thought it was funny. Then daddy told her it really wasn't, from my POV, so nowadays mom doesn't play with it much. But I figured out it couldn't chase me around, so now I just get annoyed with it when it cries when I bump by it.
Edited by author Thu Apr 10, '08 3:57pm PST
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