in spite of ourselves, we'll end up sittin' on a rainbow.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

the cat/le chat.
















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this cat lives in outremont,
on a porch.

i think he thinks he's a dog.
why do i think this?
he stood up, growled at me, and then defended his
territory when i tried to take his picture.

he's also enormous.
he's fluffy (extraordinarily).
much too large to be a cat.

i think he's confused about who he is.
(who isn't?)

overall, i'm not a big fan of cats.
not this cat.
not stray cats.
not pet cats.
not market cats.
this one, if he had been nice, might have won my heart (a little).

he didn't.

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