Sunday, Dec. 09, 2007 - 12:14 a.m.
Everybody Goes Crazy Sometimes *********************************** Here I am worrying that my cat is grown up and jusy sleeps & eats here and all the fun friendship we ever had is a thing of the past when I hear him stirr from his apartment in the closet when happy noisy visitors arrive just before suppertime with a bag of art supplies and a bunch of real bad paintings rescued from the art school trash that we will paint white and start again with its Jinky's favourite people here the ones who first brought him here from the unwanted pet trash pile last year to live here with me as honoured guest Jinky adores Alyissa as his guardiuan angel and the sound of her voice will always bring him over to salute her Its nice to see him interested in something without prompting after a week of him feeling morose and indifferent to all joy
so Jinky sits on a chair and watches us in his usual fascination overpaint bad student paintings so we can reuse the valuable canvas and wooden frame we hid some really rotton artwork: 1) self portrait of a girl with over-emphasised eyes crying a big tear that was actually the doomed planet earth complete with melting ice caps 2) a bad rendering of the globe on fire but the flames weren't really finished and looked like whispy red hair 3) a chunky study of perhaps a still life of some scholarly books on a mock Gothic wooden table we couldn;t figure out what it was before it was completely covered in a thick coat of white latex Jinky sniffed at the paint and walked around and around to best be able to watch all the action of the art recycle elves in our little workshop of merriment and even allowed Alysisa to carry him around the room so he could see the action from our level Then we decided to split to the donut shop while the retread paintings dried and Jinky followed us outside and sort of ran around in the snow to show off his inheirant wonderfullness to his fanclub zipping up out coats When we got back an hour later Jinky was by the door waiting for our return to let him in and have us love him some more which we did and i gave him an extra supper which he seemed to be actually interested in and when he was done he joined us in the studio licking his lips and looking for rubs So I guess Jinky just had a bad few days back there' uncertain about how he fits into the constantly changing world of this planet earth which we see is sometimes badly rendered in acrylic paint: as a teardrop blobbing out of some chubby girl's tearduct ... or perhaps set aflame in a joyless mauve sky with huge wimpy flames resembling red hair... how the books on the goth table fit in we will never know But Jinky has been freshly reminded that he is indelibly adored by some of us and unfortunately, unavoidably hated by others the rest who have yet to meet him have not reached a decision Till then, all is well here tonight at midnight I can hear Jinky snoring peacefully inside the newspaper box sleeping his doubts away dreaming that he is never less than 100% wonderful '
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