Sunday, March 18, 2012

Shakespeare's Kitten

This past week in the future present has been a bit trying, Dear Reader. It is difficult to readjust to the “daily grind” as my “cube-mate” and mentor, Zack Paddington, so charmingly phrases our shared condition (when one encounters neologisms as clever as that, one begins to wonder how his body of work survived for so long). 


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The inner gears of a time machine (not mine).


I question, at times, why and how I was seduced into this life of time travel. I remind myself, in the past there is no Craiglist, no Nintendo Wii, and no broadcast television so self-indulgent that it borders on being classified as pornography. There is no Ke$ha (not even a half relation, I assure you), no microwave oven, and no Nick Hornby.

There are, however, similarities. Past to present to future and back, the human race has held onto a number of commonalities: a fascination with beauty, art, violence, politics, sex, death, philosophy, and above all, cat ownership.

At Zack Padington's urging-- he instructed me to acquire a companion animal in order to become more familiar with pet ownership and so forth -- I have allowed a cat to share my quarters. I have named him Dr. Faustus, and will, of course, tell you more of our adventures in a future post.


Dr. Faustus

To that end, I now share my time machine with a cat.

2 comments:

ing said...

Shakespeare, I have heard that a cat makes a handy substitute for adult human male companionship. Have you found that to be true for yourself?

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Very interesting your recap. The pets are therapeutic. I have a cat called:Fideo. It's my best friend. It's so cute!! The pets are good for us the writers.