MY CAT, GADJI, has been discovering the many and varied places that she can lie down in her new house, which we moved into on the first of June. Recently she found a new place that is apparently better than being atop the pile of boxes in Berni’s studio, or in the smooth bottom of the bath tub in the unused master bathroom (unused because we prefer the shower in the secondary bathroom), or the warmth of an unmade bed.
Where o where can that be? On my desk, flopped down on whatever hard copy I have next to my keyboard. Once there, she reaches over and places her right paw on my left forearm, and then lies her head down on my left hand.
Irresistible, right?
Which is where she is now. How, then, am I typing? As a two-fingered typist, losing one finger does not cripple my ‘skills’—it only slows me down.
Gadji Beri Booboo (already famous with both of my regular readers via a previous post) seemed content when she first tried out this new method of reclining last week.
Or so I thought.
Get off of my arm!
I have since learned that it is a ruse; even her looking up at me with those big pussycat eyes that seem to be adoring me but could merely be measuring me is part of the sham. She has taken command of this post because it is easier to slither down into the spot she really wants —the warmed seat of my fake leather office chair!
Should I get up to make a cup of coffee, answer the phone, stretch my legs when I get back she has commandeered my chair. I brought her in her own chair—a nice collapsible chair with a pocket for a seat and I even placed one of her favorite pillows on it, but nooooooooooooooo, that is NOT the spot she covets.
Right now she has assumed her sphinx-like position and my left arm and hand are free so I am heading back to typing today’s real post about Dan Ariely and the joys of irrational thinking but . . .
Hey!
You!
Get off of my arm!
HEADER IMAGE: As the Rolling Stones official photographer, Gered “Gerald” Mankowitz took some of the most stunning images in rock and roll’s sixty-year history. This gorgeous black and white photo that graces t top of this page was hot in 1965 and was used as the cover for the group’s OUT OF OUR HEADS album in Europe and the DECEMBER’S CHILDREN album in the US. It was also used for picture sleeves and EP covers for Get Off Of My Cloud in several European countries.
Mystically liberal Virgo enjoys long walks alone in the city at night in the rain with an umbrella and a flask of 10-year-old Laphroaig who strives to live by the maxim, “It ain’t what you know that gets you into trouble; it’s what you know that just ain’t so.
I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn, and a college dropout (twice!). Occupationally, I have been a bartender, jewelry engraver, bouncer, landscape artist, and FEMA crew chief following the Great Flood of ’72 (and that was a job that I should never, ever have left).
I am also the final author of the original O’Sullivan Woodside price guides for record collectors and the original author of the Goldmine price guides for record collectors. As such, I was often referred to as the Price Guide Guru, and—as everyone should know—it behooves one to heed the words of a guru. (Unless, of course, you’re the Beatles.)
