Recently, he has stuffed an entire black yard-waste bag into the bowl (no doubt a commentary on water pollution) and padded it with a whole section of the daily newspaper (interestingly, at the same time that I was making papier-mache while helping my daughter make a costume--coincidence? I think not).
One day last week, he draped half a beach towel into the water, then lay on the dry part of the towel sprawled alongside the bowl.
His current obsession is socks--usually whole ones, but sometimes just the cuffs that have been cut off of old, worn-out ones and repurposed:
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| "I call this one Cuff Lynx." |
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| "And this one is White Sox/Wet Sox." |
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| "This work, jarring in its loneliness, is 'Sock: Lost in Dryer, Now Wetter.'" |
He made a valiant effort to add unmentionables from the laundry basket to the water today but was thwarted in this endeavor by the resident bipedal philistine.
Well! That's quite a statement. I think you should be happy he's using his creative energies for art instead of burglary. (Like the "Klepto Kitty" in San Mateo. Have you seen him? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qSLvkskXFA)
ReplyDeleteYes, I did see the Klepto Kitty video! Pretty darn funny. We used to have a neighborhood cat around here who would swipe everybody's garden gloves. His owner had a basket of them outside so that people could come retrieve them.
ReplyDeleteAwesome!
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