Saturday, August 8, 2009

The Hare Lipped cat

Thump, thump. Thump, thump. I feel by my mother's hare lipped cat like the protagonist felt about the one-eyed man. Only problem is that my house doesn't have floorboards.


  1. Did I mention that his particular hare lipped cat uses my fairly new couches as a litter box? And that was after destroying all my leather furniture with her lovely claws, which are no more. Now where can I buy kitty diapers?

  2. I watch it sleeping on the arm of the couch next to its protector, my mother. It glares at me from its perch and I wonder if it can read my mind and see its own demise.