Okay. I will try to form a few sentences, but my mind is aflutter and I cannot form coherent thoughts.
As a child, one of my favorite activities was playing with my kitten. This seems like a sweetly normal thing for a country girl to do, until you realize that "playing" involved making cat chariots out of discarded shoeboxes and Tinkertoy wheels, and dressing the poor kitty in Cabbage Patch Kids outfits. "Ooh, Alfalfa," I'd coo, "You look so pretty in your bonnet! Time for a ride!" Unsurprisingly, my hands were often covered with tiny slashes from an unwilling feline playmate.
I like to think that I've grown out of that phase by now—or at the very least, I've become a part-time fashion stylist. But sometimes, when I crawl down a dark mental alley, there's a temptation to put a hat (okay, tutu) on Mikan. I am not particularly proud of this impulse, but at least I am honest about it, and I refrain from putting clothing on the cat.
Some people choose not to repress their animal-as-dolly urges. Instead, they indulge them in strange and marvelous ways. In Boca Raton (of course) a woman has befriended/captured a squirrel, who she calls Sugar Bush. Sugar Bush believes that prayer should be part of public schooling, that welfare must end, and that the ACLU is trouble. Sugar Bush hunts for Bin Laden, performs like Britney Spears, dresses like the pope, stands amidst the wreckage of September 11 and re-enacts last year's tsunami. It is as befuddling and amazing as you'd expect it to be.
As a child, one of my favorite activities was playing with my kitten. This seems like a sweetly normal thing for a country girl to do, until you realize that "playing" involved making cat chariots out of discarded shoeboxes and Tinkertoy wheels, and dressing the poor kitty in Cabbage Patch Kids outfits. "Ooh, Alfalfa," I'd coo, "You look so pretty in your bonnet! Time for a ride!" Unsurprisingly, my hands were often covered with tiny slashes from an unwilling feline playmate.
I like to think that I've grown out of that phase by now—or at the very least, I've become a part-time fashion stylist. But sometimes, when I crawl down a dark mental alley, there's a temptation to put a hat (okay, tutu) on Mikan. I am not particularly proud of this impulse, but at least I am honest about it, and I refrain from putting clothing on the cat.
Some people choose not to repress their animal-as-dolly urges. Instead, they indulge them in strange and marvelous ways. In Boca Raton (of course) a woman has befriended/captured a squirrel, who she calls Sugar Bush. Sugar Bush believes that prayer should be part of public schooling, that welfare must end, and that the ACLU is trouble. Sugar Bush hunts for Bin Laden, performs like Britney Spears, dresses like the pope, stands amidst the wreckage of September 11 and re-enacts last year's tsunami. It is as befuddling and amazing as you'd expect it to be.
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