July 30, 2010, 3:21 am
It is very, very unsettling to be writing an explicit sex scene between a death metal witch and an L.A. glam magician involving a delightful male striptease when all of a sudden, one of my cats decides to walk over the keyboard right as the condom’s getting rolled on.
And it’s not even Pollywog, the glam kitty! No! It’s Bella, the monster! The one you really don’t want to have your genitals around!
She has gone on to find a worthier target: glittery hair flowers. Good. Now, back to hitting thesaurus.com for better words than “turgid.”
July 27, 2010, 11:38 pm
Or, at least it looks like she intends to. That thing she’s doing with her paws is so author-photoey, like she’s ready to recount tales from her sordid kittenhood. Mind you, she’s only three years old. (Four, pretty soon.)
This pose was so awesome I had to shoot it from the back.
July 22, 2010, 11:49 pm
It came up during the move that Sophie really needs a better resting place. And that we’re probably going to end up hauling around a collection of deceased felines over the course of our lives. Cats don’t last as long as humans, and it’s only realistic to expect more boxes of ashes, over time.
I started looking up canoptic jars for cats, in the hopes of finding something…palatable.
No.Ideally I’d love to find something sleek and stylized, art deco, respectful and beautiful. Nothing sappy.
I can’t find anything that resembles a cat specifically, but I did find this copper urn from
a potter on Etsy. I like it! The splashes of color, its formation up from a wheel, something that isn’t depressing to look at – I could see transferring her ashes here and then leaning a little framed picture of her against it.
I’m also thinking long-term, because when it’s my time to go, all these jars will be sharing niche space with me. This is not morbid! This is practical.
July 19, 2010, 9:47 pm
Danzig loves the kitty cats. The man who wrote “Angelfuck,” “Snakes of Christ” and “Last Caress” (I got something to say, I raped your mother today) lives with no less than four feline companions, two of whom are recent rescues from a local shelter. When one furry friend emerges from an adjacent room, Danzig asks her aloud if she’s hungry. “Her name is Ryuko,” he explains. “It means ‘dragon daughter.’ She’s the oldest.”
He then launches into a brief play-by-play as the animal makes its way across the hardwood floor. “Now she’s going into her little house… she’s really smart. There’s a cabinet in there”—he points to the kitchen—“and she figured out how to open the door… there’s shelves in there, and she goes in there like it’s her own little apartment.”
The Dark Prince of New Jersey turned to gushing puddle of adoration by feline wiles = dying to see this on YouTube. Along with the Danzig Kitty House.
(Via Decibel.)
