Did you know that today is Franz Kafka’s birthday? When I first heard that, I thought that mom was talking about our Kafka – my orange tabby buddy – I didn’t know that there was a writer with the same name.
Today mom told me the story of how Kafka (our cat) got his name. Do you know the story that Franz Kafka wrote called The Metamorphosis? Well, apparently in it there is a guy named Gregor Samsa who wakes up one morning to realize he’s turned into a giant cockroach. And you know what happens to those big cockroaches – they can’t right themselves once they’re on their backs with their big ol’ bellies sticking out. Well apparently even as a tiny little puff of orange and white fur, Kafka had a knack for laying on his back with all four paws in the air and the belly that didn’t make it easy to right himself.
Kafka demonstrates this position for your viewing pleasure.
Damn but it’s really hot here again today.
I’ve been spending inordinate amounts of time in front of my new best friend, the fan. I love how I can get the sensation of sticking my head out of a moving car window just by sitting in front of it. I know I had my doubts about this alien machine before, but no more. I am now firmly in Camp Fan.
Behemoth the spotty cat couldn’t move…
Sekhmet the black cat was hiding in the darkest corner she could find…
And we couldn’t even find Aeon the brown tabby, which means that she’s in serious heat hiding. How much longer does this summer thing last?
Both Summer and foxtails are stupid!!! And so are cockroaches!
Fans are not stupid, however!
I am in absolute, complete agreement with you, oh noble Husky.
Love,
Bogart
Happy 4th!
Bogart
I feel your pain. I am only 19 months old and I have already been run over by a bike, had chine splits, pancreitist, chocked on a deer bone and had my toe ripped off. My human think the vet wonders if I am being abused but really I jsut seem to find trouble. My humans take very good care of me and love me very much it is just a dogs life…. I hope your toe is better.