Plea From a Cat Named Virtute, courtesy of The Weakerthans

Some of the funniest lyrics to date? On cats, yes.

Why don't you ever want to play?

I'm tired of this piece of string.

You sleep as much as I do now, and youdon't eat much of anything.

I don't know who you're talking to

I made a search through every room,

but all I found was dust that moved

in shadows of the afternoon.

And listen,

about those bitter songs you sing?

They're not helping anything.

They won't make you strong.

So, we should open up the house.

Invite the tabby two doors down.

You could ask your sister, if

she doesn't bring her Basset Hound.

Ask of things you shouldn't miss:

tape-hiss and the Modern Man,

The Cold War and Card Catalogues,

to come and join us if they can,

for girly drinks and parlor games.

We'll pass around the easy lie

of absolutely no regrets,

and later maybe you could try

to let your losses dangle off

the sharp edge of a century,

and talk about the weather, or

how the weather used to be.

And I'll cater

with all the birds that I can kill.

Let their tiny feathers fill

disappointment.

Lie down;

lick the sorrow from your skin.

Scratch the terror and begin

to believe you're strong.

All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV,

and frankly that thing doesn't really interest me.

I swear I'm going to bite you hard and taste your tinny blood

if you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating

since the day you brought me home.I know you're strong.

I need better pictures of Mocha.

Status of the day: My hair is finally growing longer, going to an appreciation dinner for Beyond Basics renewed my nervousness and excitement for this upcoming year/new job, I finally redeemed the pedicure part of my birthday present and have some bloody looking toenails, and my feet are sore from wearing heels.

Nothing much inciteful today :-/. But we biked to ice cream and that might have been my highlight. Yummm TCBY Wednesday and Whole Foods!