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Sunday, Dec. 09, 2007 - 12:14 a.m.

Everybody Goes Crazy Sometimes
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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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