me up twice at 2.00 and 5.00 p.m. and the second time he was soaking wet. He rubbed himself against my shins so as to share some of his moistness with me. I had to dry clean him with a towel. Later, he was snoozing on the carpet like a dog, on his back with his belly towards the bedazzled spectator. He's still there, in fact. This could well turn out to be Giacometti's signature posture that will go down the ages all the way to coveted posterity.
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Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Cats n' dogs
Last night it was raining cats n' dogs. Giacometti is a cat, therefor he was out in the rain all night. He woke
me up twice at 2.00 and 5.00 p.m. and the second time he was soaking wet. He rubbed himself against my shins so as to share some of his moistness with me. I had to dry clean him with a towel. Later, he was snoozing on the carpet like a dog, on his back with his belly towards the bedazzled spectator. He's still there, in fact. This could well turn out to be Giacometti's signature posture that will go down the ages all the way to coveted posterity.
me up twice at 2.00 and 5.00 p.m. and the second time he was soaking wet. He rubbed himself against my shins so as to share some of his moistness with me. I had to dry clean him with a towel. Later, he was snoozing on the carpet like a dog, on his back with his belly towards the bedazzled spectator. He's still there, in fact. This could well turn out to be Giacometti's signature posture that will go down the ages all the way to coveted posterity.
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