This evening, in an effort to beat the rain on our way home from Iron Hill, we decided to take a shortcut through the alley next to the restaurant.
While on this off-the-beaten-path trek, we passed by a store called Village Imports. The facade of their building is decorated with a mural that can only be described as a weird invasion of our privacy.
I snapped this pic of what appears to be Sophia about to swat an unsuspecting butterfly out of the sky and consume it whole and then hours later cough it back out into the world and repeat the process. A scene I've witnessed 100+ times within the confines of my living space but never documented on the side of a shop specializing in hippie skirts, beads and bongos.
If I was not of sound mind, I might think that their mural artist has immortalized my beloved pussycat in an effort to send the hola family a special certificate of recognition for our time served in Newark and subliminally communicate that despite our frustrations with the place, we'll someday achieve favorite son/daughter and oversized feline status.
I'll appreciate that gesture when that day comes. In the meantime, I really wanna know who's been peeping in my windows and studying my animal.
well its been a while since i hath posted a quip or even a word. Your cat is a star what can we say but kudos. now we just need a paper mache statue of gia and you have art.
Posted by: Pete | June 17, 2006 at 08:50 PM