Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts

Saturday, March 15, 2025

Saturday, December 21, 2024

Sunday, December 1, 2024

Daily Painting

Maria Chepeleva
HER FIRST SNOW (2015)

Tuesday, October 29, 2024

Daily Painting

Dr. Seuss
CAT IN OBSOLETE SHOWER BATH (1952)

Friday, August 16, 2024


JORGE LUIS BORGES
“To A Cat”

Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that panther
we catch sight of from afar.
By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,
we look for you in vain;
More remote, even, than the Ganges or the setting sun,
yours is the solitude, yours the secret.
Your haunch allows the lingering
caress of my hand. You have accepted,
since that long forgotten past,
the love of the distrustful hand.
You belong to another time. You are lord
of a place bounded like a dream.

 

Tuesday, March 28, 2023

1NF Originals:

The Sphynx wrinkles ... Or, Sphynxles.

Sunday, February 12, 2023



Artist unknown to me.

Tuesday, January 3, 2023

Daily Painting
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Asper Jorn
Untitled [The Watch Cat] (1949)

Sunday, November 13, 2022

No Shave November - Photographer unknown to me.

Monday, August 8, 2022

Dewey.



[Photographer unknown to me.]

Thursday, March 4, 2021

MARK TWAIN
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A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way.

Friday, December 13, 2019

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Tuesday, October 8, 2019

JORGE LUIS BORGES - “To A Cat”

Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that panther
we catch sight of from afar.
By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,
we look for you in vain;
More remote, even, than the Ganges or the setting sun,
yours is the solitude, yours the secret.
Your haunch allows the lingering
caress of my hand. You have accepted,
since that long forgotten past,
the love of the distrustful hand.
You belong to another time. You are lord
of a place bounded like a dream.

Thursday, May 9, 2019

PAMELA AUGUST RUSSELL from B is for Bad Poetry

I wake up
to my cats
judging me.
They stare
blankly
as if to say,
"Is this what
you had in mind
for your life?
If it is, you may
want to consider
sleeping pills or
a tall bridge
because in our view,
you're pathetic."

Or

they're hungry.


Thursday, February 21, 2019

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Tuesday, April 18, 2017