Cats in the Kitchen
I was just cuddling with Kosette, trying to figure out how best to describe her in words, when the image of a cup overflowing came to mind. Further thoughts made it more specific: Kosette is like a large mug, maybe even a beer stein, overflowing with Tang. This is why she's so moody and can't tolerate affection for too long, because the Tang starts flowing out too fast and she can't stand it. This got me thinking about the rest of the cats. Snowcrash seems pretty clearly to me to be a plastic cup filled with Dr. Pepper, with maybe two ice cubes in it. Min is certainly a prim and proper cup of Earl Grey tea with a drop of milk and one sugar. And Sugar... well, the best thing I could come up with for her (and yes, I still think of her as my cat: why wouldn't I? She's dead, but I still love her) would be a tall coffee cup filled with cappucino, the kind that just sipping makes your whole day right, but inevitably hours later you're exhausted. Or maybe a warm, steaming cup of spicy chai.
And Oatmeal... he's a tough one. As much as I hate to admit it, my memories of him have faded quite a bit, as much as I've tried to hold onto them. Mead. Oatmeal is a nice warm glass of mead.
And with that, Rob's home and I go.
And Oatmeal... he's a tough one. As much as I hate to admit it, my memories of him have faded quite a bit, as much as I've tried to hold onto them. Mead. Oatmeal is a nice warm glass of mead.
And with that, Rob's home and I go.