Friday Cat Blogging: I've Got the Power Edition

Larry, the little black cat bent on stealing your soul, is a mysterious political artist, perfecting techniques in a new medium. This morning, he was waiting for me in the kitchen next to the Protest Poop. Yesterday, because I was half-asleep, I failed to realize the virtuoso placement of the protest poop relative to the artist, which is to say the cat faced the away from me and toward the food/water bowl, with the poop mere inches from the kitty rump, communicating ennui, despair and almost supernatural disdain for the caretaking human. I didn't take it personally, but I wish I'd taken a picture.

This morning, when I saw the artist had again created one of his ephemeral works, I ran for the camera. Since the weekend bracketed by veterinary visits, Larry, the little black cat bent on stealing your soul, has been silent. Ordinarily, a healthy and happy version of the artist prowls around the house issuing directives and leaving manifestos in the cat box, so this silence has been very odd. When I approached the artist this morning, prepared to photograph his work, the artist called me by name. At least, he called me by the name he has always called me. It sounds like, "Brrrr?" which I have taken to mean, "You there!" or "Bartender!" So I am pleased to have documented this important work, which I promptly cleaned up.

The artist needs a thorough cleansing. Perhaps this method will pique his interest.