When Tennessee Williams wrote way back when, he used a cat as a symbol. Like writers do. I never bothered with theatre, or even movies, come to think of it. Perhaps that’s why I turned out to be a crappy writer. And a lazy one, at that.
Anyway, I’m using TW’s title as a symbol too. Sort of, I think.
(Above): Jade (the very precious one), who happens to pee on Brynn’s sneaker for some special, perhaps symbolic reason. Jade is much like any other domestic cat. She has special spots where she sleeps at various times during the day and night. On a hot day, the best place to find Jade is safe and sound, high atop the water tank in the garden. Don’t bother looking there if there is any ominousity ominousness bad weather in the sky…
It appears that she performs a regular morning ritual wherein she sits like a crouching tiger on the upstairs landing above our entrance hall, staring rather disdainfully in a haughty manner at the two Labradors Benny and Sophie, who are not allowed upstairs on the carpeted floor. The stare an last anything from a minute or two to a quarter of an hour, depending on how long the dogs remain. She may be practicing her hypnotism 101?
The moral of the story? I’m not quite sure, but I suspect it has something to do with being careful about how you treat cats if you’re a dog…
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