When it comes to inking a cat, there’s no telling what will happen.
The long brushstroke of a tail; paint bleeds a fluid form, feathered fur.
Sometimes, the shape of a body can only be defined by where it isn’t.
What happens on a page.
Ancient paintings, liquid bodies, and universal mysteries.
Some consider the ancient Egyptians to be the earliest-known cat people, although recent pictograph discoveries suggest more ancient traditions of feline reverence.
I saw a painted image in a tomb in western Thebes. It depicts a scene from the Book of the Dead.
Is that the one with the cat slaying a serpent with a sword?
I heard they worshipped them. Didn’t they get mummified with the Pharoahs?
Not worship. But they did make little cat mummies. Cats were seen as sacred to other deities.
Hmmm. I watch mine sometimes, and you do have to wonder. I mean, look.
Yeah, think about it. A body sleeping that much must be involved in astral projection at least some of the time.
She’ll do this thing where she sits facing the wall sometimes, her face inches from it.
Hah! I love that one, like the kid in a dunce cap in a nineteenth-century schoolhouse.
Quite a meta form of satire, really. Given that she’s obviously –– well, you know.
Engrossed in any number of universal mysteries?
Exactly. See? Look, she’s at it again.
Do you think somebody would think we were worshipping her, sitting like this?
No, just watching. Paying attention.
Is there a difference?