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At the moment, Bleeck and I are on the couch, and that’s Finney in the kitchen. I’ve got the movie Truman on in the background, but I’m not really watching it (not a comment on the movie, which I enjoyed).
Finney’s got a look like, “Wo ho there, am I missing something? You don’t have food up there, do you?”
Bleeck has his perpetually confused look. It must be the semi-crossed eyes.
And my face is saying, “Should I have pizza for dinner or … pizza?”
I got a flu shot in November, but have been feeling really achy and sick for the past two days. In my sleeplessness last night, I watched two of the most interesting (and weirdest) movies…”Jeanne Eagles” and “The Goddess”. Interestingly, my two cats who’ve always slept with me have abandoned me in my time of need for comfort but since I’m feeling better, I’ll bet I won’t be alone in bed tonight! Glad you’re recovering too.
Hi Stacy,
in light of the video on the post below this one, I have to say that I previously never realized that cats could be existentialists.
The existentialist cat. To be perfectly candid, I had suspected that cats were mostly sensualists. Or perhaps hedonists or epicureans.
So I’m wondering what philosophy Finney and Bleeck seem to be committed to. Would they be sympathetic with Henri? Or does Henri simply represent a more French existentialist cat position?
Who knows the variety of philosophical ideas held by our feline friends.