the cat just tore past me
like he was distancing himself
from some big disaster
that maybe he was somehow involved in . . .
I was chopping vegatables
and noted it
with the kindness of a materal GrandMama
Ahhh . . . who can know the secret adventures of cats?
but then he turned around
and I saw the b i g white expanse
on his fur
the vast w h i t e that covered his length of his black furry body
with a tiny touch streak of prussian blue mixed in there . . . . . .
HEY WAIT a MINUTE!!!
Is that . . .? were you?
and just that quick he was gone again.
vanished into the blue . . . . and white.
He used his body as a giant blender on my latest blue and white pastel drawing.
HE DID NOT IMPROVE IT.
i wonder if cats are good toasted on muffins?