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Friday, August 31st, 2007
8:12 am - The History of One Tough Motherfucker

he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and
a white cross-eyed tailless cat
I took him in and fed him and he stayed
grew to trust me until a friend drove up the driveway
and ran him over
I took what was left to a vet who said, "not much
chance...give him these pills...his backbone
is crushed but it was crushed before and somehow
mended, if he lives he'll never walk, look at
these x-rays, he's been shot, look here, the pellets
are still there...also, he once had a tail, somebody
cut it off..."

I took the cat back, it was a hot summer, one of the
hottest in decades, I put him on the bathroom
floor, gave him water and pills, he wouldn't eat, he
wouldn't touch the water, I dipped my finger into it
and wet his mouth and I talked to him, I didn't go any-
where, I put in alot of bathroom time and talked to
him and gently touched him and he looked back at
me with those pale blue crossed eyes and as the days went
by he made his first move
dragging himself forward by his front legs
(the rear ones wouldn't work)
he made it to the litter box
crawled over and in,
it was like the trumpet of possible victory
blowing in that bathroom and into the city, I
related to that cat-I'd had it bad, not that
bad but bad enough...

one morning he got up, stoodup, fell back down and just looked at me.

"you can make it" I said to him.

he kept trying, getting up and falling down, finally
he walked a few steps, he was like a drunk, the
rear legs just didn't want to do it and he fell again, rested,
then got up.

you know the rest: now he's better than ever, cross-eyed,
almost toothless, but the grace is back, and that look in
his eyes never left...

and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about
life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed,
shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say, "look, look
at this!"

but they don't understand, they say something like, "you
say you've been influenced by Celine?"

"no," I hold the cat up, "by what happens, by
things like this, by this, by this!"

I shake the cat, hold him up in
the smoky and drunken light, he's relaxed, he knows...

it's then the interviews end
although I am proud sometimes when I see the pictures
later and there I am and there is the cat and we are photo-
graphed together.

he too knows it's bullshit but that somehow it helps.

-- Written by Charles Bukowski

current mood: lazy

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Thursday, August 16th, 2007
4:29 pm - Back by popular demand!

current mood: flirty

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Saturday, February 8th, 2003
11:08 am
Who fucked up the outside? It's cold and wet. This means that I've got to be inside most of the day! It's so boring in here. The other cats are irritating as hell and it takes getting wet to get away from them.

*sigh* I guess I'll try to nap.

current mood: bored

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Tuesday, December 3rd, 2002
12:19 am - So you think you're a tough guy?
First my human leaves me for a long weekend. Then the day he gets back, I get in a fight. Some punk-ass cat was sniffin up and down my territory. I had to show him whose turf he was messing with. He got a little chunk out of my ear and bruised up my ribs a bit, but I still had chunks of his fur in my claws when my human got home.

I bet that bitch-ass doesn't come back my way anytime soon.

current mood: annoyed

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Tuesday, October 8th, 2002
9:12 pm - Canibal Cat by Todd Schorr

Nuff Said.

current mood: mischievous

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Wednesday, September 18th, 2002
5:06 am - Lemmie go!
Today copia caught me and wouldn't let me go. She made me look so undignified. Look what she made me do!

How embarassing!

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Tuesday, September 10th, 2002
7:19 pm - A Story
The Cats of Ulthar
by H. P. Lovecraft
Written 15 Jun 1920

It is said that in Ulthar, which lies beyond the river Skai, no man may kill a cat; and this I can verily believe as I gaze upon him who sitteth purring before the fire. For the cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see. He is the soul of antique Aegyptus, and bearer of tales from forgotten cities in Meroe and Ophir. He is the kin of the jungle's lords, and heir to the secrets of hoary and sinister Africa. The Sphinx is his cousin, and he speaks her language; but he is more ancient than the Sphinx, and remembers that which she hath forgotten.
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current mood: hungry

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7:01 pm - Intro
My human, lionserpent, finally left his computer unlocked. Now I can try this LiveJournal thing, but first I have some bugs to chase outside!

current mood: amused

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