Sunday 27 September 2009

The Cat Crept In

I dreamt about the cat with the human face again. It was eating pork scratchings at the foot of my bed and thrumming like a hot machine. It crawled up the length of my sheet-swaddled self and rested its head upon my breast. A low song it sang to me, unrhymed and sepulchral, and it tenderised my body with its kneading paws of thorns.

I’ve got to stop eating cat food before I go to sleep.

11 comments:

  1. You are amazing Sack Posset. That is so beautifully written.

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  2. Mmm pork scratchings.

    Very nice.

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  3. Seriously, your word choice is so incredible and uniquely you...I love it.

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  4. Hate to imagine what you would dream with a little peyote mixed in with the kitty chow.

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  5. Your imagination is a magnificent fountain.

    I wonder what the cat dreamt about you.

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  6. This week I am going to mix my Whiskas with baby food to see if I dream about babies with cats' faces.

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  7. Or a baby with a Cheshire grin and a disappearing face.

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  8. I like you. But this isn't as good as some would have you believe. I don't want you to get lazy. x

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  9. Mantecanaut - gotcha, but that comment comes across as a wee bit patronising.

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  10. It was sort of tongue in cheek. Though now I see it written down it seems that any humour my comment may have originally contained has evaporated.
    Bye.

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