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Oct. 10th, 2009 | 08:44 pm

I took a walk down by the river today, from Hammersmith Bridge to the east for a while, past the River Café and assorted Wharfs where I Will Never Be Able To Afford To Live. There were swans on the river, and I saw the Harrods Furniture Depository across it, which is an interesting-looking building, or at least part of the roof is.

Harrods furniture depository

Then I walked back.

There's been an interesting effect from having this kitten around. I was thinking "what sort of a life is this for a sentient creature, stuck in a flat, just waking up, playing a bit, eating, going to sleep, then again and again, getting older and fatter, until you die" and, you know: that's what I do. That's what I've been doing for years now. I even signed up for another year in this place. I am about two hundred times the volume of Mimi of course so the flat is even smaller for me (to a kitten, it must be like having a fair-sized building of your own to wander about in) but what more is it that I do given the opportunity? Walk down to the market, go to the local, go on the internet?

Furthermore, there's always been the illusion around that I could always pack up and move whenever I wanted, go anywhere, do anything - hey, I'm a free agent, no debts, no responsibilities - just somehow I choose not to. The addition of a responsibility to a cat makes me look at this illusion and think that that the true parts are just as true as before (it's not that much harder to move around with a kitten) but they're not doing me any good.


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Deep thoughts

from: anonymous
date: Oct. 12th, 2009 08:10 am (UTC)

So, what's the next step?

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from: anonymous
date: Oct. 12th, 2009 04:46 pm (UTC)

It is interesting to reflect that Mimi is the first recorded instance of you being entirely responsible for another living creature.

When you were very young you did form a brief bond with a snail (you called it Sam) but it was wild and fended for itself. I looked after your tropical fish and everyone looked after the house cats.

And now deep existentialist thoughts - and all from a little cat. Maybe your mad friend is not so crazy after all.


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