is the word 'diary' better than the word 'blog'? probably not.
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Thurgood is a Communist; Hans Blix has gone French.
Today Thurgood and I had some quality time. Gus is out of town. I�ve been told that usually Thurgood hides as soon as the doorbell rings, or as soon as some non-Gus-object passes over the threshold of the Gus-and-Thurgood dwelling. But I have no evidence of that, because whenever I come over, Thurgood is downstairs at the door waiting to say hello to me. That must be because I am the one who PICKS HIM UP. Oh how I love picking up a large bundle of cat!
Here he is posing for you.
And here he is playing with the new toy I brought for him.
Anyway, today was the first time I entered the Gus-and-Thurgood dwelling without Gus (who is out of town on a secret superhero mission), so Thurgood had much to say to me about this. Thurgood has a large vocabulary, and he uses it constantly. I love how he often leaves a room muttering under his breath. Today, however, there was to be no room-leaving. No, he needed me, and he had a MESSAGE to convey. Today he was ceaseless with the Mao-ing. That�s his very short, almost peremptory, tiny-syllabic vocalization. He was so insistent about it that it all of a sudden occurred to me that, now that he had me alone, he was trying to tell me that Gus is a communist. That was surprising. But then again, when you think about Gus, you realize he is an intellectual. You know how those types are. Total red threat!
Sometimes I am so na�ve. I mean, all this time I thought Gus and Thurgood were gay, and it turns out they are commies.
Thurgood seemed needy, so I hung out with him for awhile. That had nothing to do with the fact that Gus has a large television, cable, and a washer and dryer. No, I am the Mother Teresa of cat-sitting. I watched some pointless show, and Thurgood tried to dictate his proletariat charms all over me.
At some point when I walked upstairs to check on the laundry, Thurgood followed, and recommenced with his Mao-ing. Here is our exchange:
T: Mao! Mao Mao Mao Mao. Mao!
J: Dude. I�ve heard you. And I have nothing against the socialist vision. Well, except for the troubling question whether there would be politics in the true communist utopia. Not to mention the troubling lack of evidence that it is reachable. But, really, if you had to go red, why Mao?
T: Mao!
J: Just as dogmatic as I�d expect from one of your type!
T: Prrrroooow! Mao!
J: Yeah. I know. I mean, it�s not like democracy and liberalism, which, as we know, are far from being the same thing and are even at odds with each other, still, it�s not like they have liberated mankind.
T: Purr. Purr. Mao!
J: Word. Especially now that Bush is in charge. I mean, it�s not like Clinton did much for international justice, but, FUCK, Bush has actually changed this country into something it was never supposed to be! And that does end up having something to say about who I am, and who you are, like it or not. Is this what pushed you over the edge?
T: Bah. MMMBah. Mao!
J: Sure. But still, does it ever trouble you, the communist/socialist history of violence inflicted in the name of the liberation of mankind from oppression?
T: Mao!
J: You are a one-act play, my friend.
In the meantime, Hans Blix won�t stop glaring at me in French.
je t'accuse!
I found out today that he does not have cancer. He has an enlarged liver because he is starving himself to death so the liver is storing fat. That makes him feel yucky and makes him disinclined to eat, and hence it�s a vicious circle of sick catness. I have some new pills for him to take, and some high-calorie catfood, which he is eating a bit of, but not much. He�s not doing very well. He�s pretty weak and needy, and sometimes he loses his balance. I tried feeding him some watered down catfood with a small turkey-baster-type thing today, and that worked fairly well. But then he threw up. It�s hard to say what will happen. Whenever he is not glaring at me, he�s sitting by the catbowl expecting something to happen, or snuggling up against me because I�m not so bad after all.
11:21 p.m. - March 26, 2007
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