Last month, I introduced Jack, my new writing buddy, who also happens to be the orneriest cat on the block.
Yesterday evening, as I was rolling towels and socks from the laundry basket, Jack decided to make himself at home among the piles of clean laundry. Cats, he once told me, only like clean laundry. They refuse to lay among dirty laundry, because later, when they bathe, they will be licking human toe funk, which, believe it or not, doesn't taste as nice as tuna fish.
In a short while I looked over and saw him hiding under a towel. Luckily this towel is not used in my kitchen. So instead of scolding him, I asked him, "Jack, what in the world are you doing?"
He said, "Can't you tell? I'm reenacting La Primavera, and I'm quite good at it, thank you very much."
Jack as La Primavera
La Primavera, by Sandro Botticelli, 1481-82, detail.
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