So. In the category of 'strange things in my neighbourhood', of which there are many, is this cat. He somehow appeared sometime last year, I think it was during the summer. At first, he just sat there, rain or shine. You can only really see him well if you drive down the road from one direction, because he kind of hides behind the foliage from the other direction. Weird how that works.
You're probably thinking "Does he/she always wear those cool aviators?". (query to more writerly types. Do i put a period there? how the hell do i punctuate that?) The answer is that no, he/she does not always wear those cool glasses. At Easter time, the cat had on bunny ears, and was somehow holding a basket. Or perhaps the basket was at the cat's feet. I don't really remember that well. At Christmas time, the cat was wearing a Santa hat. The type of people who actually have the initiative and the time to do things like that amaze me. How much time/money do they actually spend on that sort of thing? How much would a cement cat like that cost, in the first place?
I do appreciate the novelty of having a cat like this in my neighbourhood. It kind of says to the outside world that this is a cat friendly place. It also tells the world that we're kind of a weird place. That premise is borne out if you just travel a bit farther down the road, where Mr. and Mrs. Costanza live. Well, it's not really them, but it sure sounds like it. I wish i knew how to put a sound in this blog thing, so i could share with you the specialness that is that woman's bellow.
When my kids were younger, they thought that was their actual name. Of course, they also thought that picture of Marilyn Monroe was either myself, when I was younger, or the wife of Mr. Monroe, from a few houses down. I did not dissuade them from those thoughts. I loved that gullible stage. I used to tell them that the world was black and white, and during the making of the Wizard of Oz, the entire world turned colour. Then my brother in law ruined things by telling them the science of black and white and colour photography, totally destroying my credibility. Now, they hardly believe anything I say. I don't know why.
well. that's it, the sunglasses cat. Wish i had more, but, you know, what can i say?
Suck on that...
3 comments:
Kids are so fun to warp. My parents seriously told me that they adopted me from the zoo and that I was really a monkey. I'd ask, "Am I really a monkey?!" And my mom would say, "Yes, honey, you are." So I believed I was a monkey for several weeks. But of course I had to tell my own kids that their mom was really a monkey, too.
That is one cool cat by the way. I know someone that has a cement cow in their driveway that they dress up for holidays. It gives the neighborhood character!
mwhahahaa.... My kids ask me "ARE YOU SUUUURE?" thanks to Santa and the Easter Bunny being "outed." Funny though, they still believe in the toothfairy. It must be a pagan-kid thing....
Offspring #1 found an adoption certificate from her Cabbage patch doll, and asked what it was. I told her it was her adoption certificate. She actually believed me, i think she was 10, or thereabouts. I felt kind of bad at the time, but it was hilarious, later.
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