Romantics are the only people who can truly appreciate cats. They're aesthetics.
"Mustafa climbed onto Sia's lap and she thought of how, since her romance with Gyan, she had a new understanding of cats. Uncaring of the troubles in the market, Mustafa was wringing forth ecstacies, pushing against her ribs to find a bone to ribble his chin against...Mustafa's bones seemed to be dissolving under Sai's stroking, and he twirled on her knee in a trance, eyes closed, a mystic knowing neither one religion nor another, neither one country nor another, just this feeling."
Romanticism is so indulgent, and though the dog holds the position for man's best friend, cats must be the romantic's greatest confidant.
Ha! Mustafa must be a silly little feline.
ReplyDeleteWho penned this little paragraph?
My friend Kiran Desai, author of 'The Inheritance of Loss.'
ReplyDelete...an assignment for lit theory that wasn't ever touched that I'm just now reading.