Sunday, March 29, 2009

Man and kitty

Check out Frank Zappa and his kitty:

My old kitty, name of Karlheinz Stockhausen, liked to climb up on my shoulder like that. He would even, if you leaned over only ever so slightly, jump up directly onto your back and assume the Sphinx position. When this happened you had to scuttle over to a chair or table and tilt to one side to dump him off. (Once – exactly once – I tried to dislodge him by straightening up. The scars are barely visible now. Have I told this story already?) I got this picture from a site featuring lots of stars with their kitties, most of whom (the stars that is) don't seem to know how to hold a kitty properly. You don't just grab him around the middle, or hold him face up like a baby; you support his hind paws with one hand, so he feels like he's standing on something solid. Otherwise he's not a happy kitty. Thus endeth the public service announcement. Back to our irregularly scheduled programming.

1 comment:

Duck said...

Hmmm, I thought Blogger would at least mention that a comment had been deleted. In any case, "Anonymous" (if that is your real name), I'm sorry if I offended you. (I thought the 8-) would help; I guess not.)