I was listening the other day to one of my favorite podcasts, On The Media. A clip caught my attention — about how deceptive video can be in its focus — when, if you were to pan to the left a little bit, say, you’d see something “they” wouldn’t want you to see.
Here’s an example. The headline to this one could be:
Bugs Keels Over After Halloween Gorging, First Responders Resuscitate
Really, though, he was just sleeping like that.
Poor lad, doubtless thinking the top shelf might afford him some privacy. Bean : Relentless. No such thing as privacy in this house.
Anita loves cats. This must be because she, too, has had nine lives. She’s been dancing since she could walk, she was a commercial artist and advertising producer, she earned a third-degree black belt in Aikido, she is a drummer with the Afrique Aya Dance Company, she is an attorney, and she’s a meditator and a devoted student of Nonviolent Communication. She also spent one lifetime sidelined with a devastating back injury in 1992. Since then – FELDENKRAIS METHOD® to the rescue. The FELDENKRAIS METHOD is all about dreaming concretely – thinking intelligently and independently by way of a gracious and kind physicality. The work affords all who study it a process by which to reach, with movement, into the mind and the heart, to make nine lives into one whole being.
Was is Lou Reed who suggested that we believe half of what we see and none of what we hear?! The confident cat sleeps belly up.
Love it, Minlit!
I want to tickle those toes in the air, but I doubt if he would appreciate it.
Let me see what happens if I try this next time, littlemiao. I predict that he will smile indulgently, tap my hand gently with his little pink paw, then turn over and go back to sleep.
— [pawse for dramatic effect] —
“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one . . . . .”
Must be so hard to resist planting one’s nose in that belly. I do it to Nekoka occasionally; but Bugs – that would be another story 🙂
Hah. I have my ways. If I get a death-grip on him, he — tolerates belly-planting. Just barely. But I insist on it. In some matters my will will prevail. He has learned this. At least to this extent. And I see you, too, Wazzie, use the word “occasionally,” even where Mr. Butterscotch is concerned. We do know what we’re talking about, don’t we. We are not so unwise as to push this too far, no?
I hear you 🙂 If I did it too often he would stop sleeping with his belly exposed! Just to frustrate me.
They are so good at this. It’s uncanny. They spot the weak link and they’re in there. We’re goners.
Is he in the kitchen?
I can see how you’d think that. I mean, where do most normal people have shelves? But in this house, Bugs’s shelves are in the living room. Which is now the room he lives in. And I visit. When he lets me. Check out: https://catself.wordpress.com/2011/07/05/bugs-plugs-bungalow/
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Crap. I was hoping that Bugs had REALLY had a night out on the tiles! Ignorance is bliss…
But remember: Knowledge is power. (Don’t ya just love how there’s an equal and opposite proverb for every other one? Stitch in time but haste makes waste, look before leap but s/he who hesitates is lost . . . . Follow proverbs and we’ll all turn into schizos. More than we already are, that is.)
I’m trying to think of a witty proverb to spout, and all I’ve got is, “Trust in Allah but tie your camel”. It doesn’t really work here…
What does work is that photo of Bugs’ legs. There’s nothing cuter than cat toes!
Pedro, your wit is never in doubt. The very idea of trusting camels is hilarious, so why not call on Allah to fill in the breach. He invented them, after all. He should take responsibility. Where feline footses are concerned, poor cats, is all I have to say. Cod’s idea of a joke, must be. Bestowing upon cats toes that are utterly irresistibly cute, and at the same time making the cats they’re attached-to highly averse to any human contact with that part of their anatomy. (Did I mention I also like to — oh can I really say this? — smell Bugsy’s feet? Is that wrong?) So I am determined to override all aversion in Bugs to anything to do with his feet. I need his feet and he will just have to learn to live with that. In that endeavor, tho, I’m thinking keeping his claws short might be a good plan.
you kill me.
I smell my cat’s toes all the time. I like squeezing them, and tickling the little spot in between all the pads. They bear with me.
Wazz, I’m not sure about this — but I think we need help. See MaruCanKiss’s idea below.
Those little rabbit feets!! I can’t even…!
I know. Painfully cute.
Funny – I thought my human was the only one with an odd feline foot fetish. I wonder if there are meetings for that. A 12-step program, maybe…
Or would that be 6-step since we have double the feet???
This math is too hard for us in this household. We would not make it through a 12-step program, too many numbers. But we like the idea of meetings. Would they degenerate, tho. That would be a worry. We’re in some pretty strange territory here. Would probably need adult supervision. Do you know any adults? I don’t . . . .
Hrmm with my two, with four feet each, that would be what, twelve steps per paw? Math not being my strong suit here…
But Wazeau — have you forgotten my thing about Merlin’s feet? I think we’re really in trouble over here. I’m beginning to feel ill at ease about this whole thing. Maybe it’s just me. Probably. No. It’s definitely just me. You all just go on enjoying yourself. I’ll be fine.
MOL, that is one of the funniest sleeping poses I’ve ever seen. It sure doesn’t look like it would be very comfy but silly bean that I am, what do I know?
I know! I mean I don’t know!
I like that On the Media show. I also like your pics. Cool blog!
Hey Rumpydog! Great to see you here. And I love that we both listen to the same show. Nose-bumps!