Tag: cats
Cats are everywhere in my work. Since day one. Stray cats, cats in heat, cats that are cold, to me, cats with knotted fur, orgasmic cats, angry cats, cats that scratch, hiss, kiss, don’t miss you. Wandering cats, beckoning cats, nosey cats, interrupting cats, pixellated cats, cats drawn on iPad, vomiting cats. Cats in a Warhol drawing or Chris Marker film. Cats vomit the same, heartbreaking way, whether they are in Manchester or Singapore, Sao Paolo or Manila. They bend over, slightly, and make a sound, which hurts. Cats with bloated bellies cats with octopus arms, cats that die, because she was 17, maybe 16, who knows. She was angry, with me, I don’t know why. In the last days she vomited. She had a big floppy belly that we flapped about as she ran. Cats that scratch you because. Cats that die, and live again because they have nine lives, legendarily, and get weaved, spun, into meandering narratives.