Bobo's Big Career Choice
Our cat, Arlo,* apparently has no wish to become an attorney. At left is a picture of what he did to a book on the subject.Contrast this with another volume that he consistently and tenderly paws down, unharmed, from the lowest bookshelf, a volume we often find earnestly beckoning up at us from the bedroom floor:
"The Conversation Begins: Mothers and Daughters Talk About Living Feminism."
Delighted as we are that our cat refuses to conform to gender stereotypes, we are nevertheless hoping he'll soon be able to support both himself and us in whatever career he eventually chooses. After all, he's been freeloading off of us for almost seven years now.
Maybe he wants me to start marketing portfolios of cat-clawed books to local galleries. Surely if elephants can go around trumpeting themselves as "artists" for producing this stuff, then our cat's provocative "clawrifications" of selected books lying around our house constitute brainy, postmodern aesthetic and textual comments.
Or at least comments on the clutter lying around our house.
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*a.k.a. Bobo, Lolo, Hobo, The Littlest Hobo, Harmo, Larlo,
Motion Boy, Crazykins, Dardo, Munkin Mops, Parple-bo, Moan-mo, Bo-bot, Go-bot, Ho-bot, Crying Eyes, Dinky-Do, Home-Bo, He Who Refuses to Touch His Specially-Bought Scratching Post, or Doodles.


