Myself and other Great Artists

My devotion to the arts is well known to my near neighbours, but in this I am not alone. Many feles domestici are great makers and appreciators of all variety of Kunstwerke -- to be found in gardens, under bushes, in boots, and squelching under your toes as you head downstairs to make your dawn cup of coffee. Our creations are to be seen, smelt, heard, savoured. Open your ears and hear our derisive silence or howls: it's all music.

Even technology serves our art. Mr Lee and his Catcam have inspired a new school of the feline photographic arts, combining an appreciation of the outdoors and the underbellies of still-warm vehicles. He and his disciples capture the elusive experiences of grass-stalking, leaf-brushing, glowering, snuffling, drinking from stagnant pools, staring at cows in the distance. If you don't believe me, have a look. A retrospective is eagerly anticipated.

Mr Lee and the Means to his Art

Sealed with seven seals

This morning I found a scroll of rolled-up parchment pushed through the grate of my cave. It was addressed to "Flétan en papillote" in pencil, in handwriting that looked suspiciously like Delicate's.

I must say that my black heart leapt skywards when I saw this. Éditions Flétan has not been giving me the comfortable extra income I expected. Although I had hoped for more work from the inestimable M. Jean au Visage-Poilu, that librettist of extraordinary sensitivity and exquisite dolorousness, I admit I would settle at the moment for some comic verse penned by an overweight, semi-alchoholic Moggie.

But the parchment had nothing on it. Not even a limerick about dust bunnies. (Do you still have that somewhere, D?) It is a mystery, or another bad joke.

Halibut's tastes are savory salty campy

You may think that Halibut is only interested in blood, bone, and the chewy bits between. But no. Halibut occasionally drops in on theology, poetry, and amusing songs. The spectacle of human fooling about and dabbling around divert him from his relentless round of bloodsport. The singer Max Raabe, for instance, is very much to his taste. (And, yes, I also know the version by that other human, Freddie Mercury.)




Also excellent is "Klonen kann sich lohnen". Tiere, Obst, und Bohnen -- und Personen!

(Aber Katzen nicht, natürlich.)