2005-12-26 - 4:56 p.m.
I'm thinking of adopting a cat.
For one thing, I think it'll be a while before my lifestyle supports a dog (or tarsier), and until then it would be nice to have a warm, furry thing that I can
Also, my apartment has mice. Little dead mice are vulnerable and sweet, but living mice fill me with a primordial, shrieking terror.
And while I am ethically uncomfortable with using my human might to vanquish a little rodent, I have no problem with letting my future cat and my current mice duke it out amongst themselves, Wild Kingdom-style.
The problem I foresee is becoming a "cat person." First, the cat. Then the slippery slope towards the NPR tote bag. And before you know it, I'm wearing gardening clogs and elastic-waist-banded jeans.
Am I wrong? Cat people?
I apologize to the world now.
I was captivated by the first three minutes of Lina Wertmuller's Seven Beauties (my Christmas evening viewing), and then began to tire of it, and 30 minutes into it, I really started hating it. I can't remember ever being so mood-swung by a film.
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