Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Eat Your Heart Out, Louis Wain

I'm not particularly grateful to my mother for giving me the gift of life; I figure I deserved it. I am, however, grateful to my mother for giving me this cat painting, which she found at a church rummage sale. This painting used to hang in a school. And why not? The sooner children learn that the wild and waving fur of dystopian cats will be the green fields of our doomed future, the better.

6 comments:

Shannon said...

wow, that is horrifying!

Tricia said...

The person responsible is named Michele. I wonder if she is a child, maybe? A horrible child.

Admiral Farragut said...

That cat looks as though it is watching, waiting for you to go to sleep so that it can steal your breath and then munch on your savory brains at its leisure. Or like a typical cat. Same difference.

Tricia said...

My cat doesn't have to steal breath, man. I give it to her voluntarily, via makeouts.

SarahJane said...

i think i know that disgusting cat.

Tricia said...

We all know that disgusting cat. He is...our mortality.