"A man walks down the street, it's a street in a strange world, maybe it's the Third World, maybe it's his first time around. Doesn't speak the language, he holds no currency. He is a foreign man, he is surrounded by the sound, the sound of cattle in the marketplace, scatterings and orphanages. He looks around, around, he sees angels in the architecture spinning in infinity. He says 'Hey, hallelujah.'"-Paul Simon
Monday, August 23, 2010
Pussyfooting
This is pretty much my personal life right now: 60 percent running, 30 percent cat, 10 percent junk on the floor.
I have never figured out a cat's fascination with boxes and bags and newspapers. They prefer them to a couch or your lap most times. Maybe because they find it hard to "think outside the box".
1 comment:
Steve:
I have never figured out a cat's fascination with boxes and bags and newspapers. They prefer them to a couch or your lap most times. Maybe because they find it hard to "think outside the box".
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