i posted this picture in the middle of the night, when i was supposed to be dreaming of Jake Gyllenhaal. i thought i’d comment on the picture.
my cats are fairly typical – they believe they rule the world, and we bill-payers are mere minions enslaved to do their evil bidding. one thing that is common among our four cats is this paper obssession. they all love paper (do all cats?) and i bring home packing paper from work that would just be recycled.
you’d think i’m bringing home gold bars from Fort Knox. as soon as i put it down one of the furballs is lying on the whole batch. and then i tear it into sections, and place the new, crisp and krinkly paper in its correct places; the basket shown here, another basket (the cat’s are constantly in and out of these and sleep the day away curled up like Red Riding Hood’s treat for grannie), several half boxes the lazy creatures lounge in, and the cave of wonders. this is an oversized Toys R Us bag that is STUFFED with paper. our boy cat goes in here and takes a very loud, very long, very thorough bath in the midst of loud krinkly rustling. it’s fairly hilarious.
so yeah, this is one of the cats – Doodle (our neurotic shape-shifter) trying to pay attention to something when she’s really possibly hung over
i love ephemera. i don’t mean to be obsessed about it, but i collect and gather things that other people would toss in the bin; menus (like, multiple menus. i have a thousand from favorite spots, and ones from places i’ll never go again); seminar flyers; comicon notices. whenever i go somewhere and there is literature lying around, i snap it up. i collect and save books and magazines, old and used.
i take these old bits of book and do something like this with them: