Sisco Cat and the Ice Storm
Michigan Ice Storm, Aesthetically Pleasing!
You may know I was stuck in Dallas an extra day because the weather down there was terrible…by wimpy Texas standards, anyway. It was chilly and rainy, and the locals huddled in their adobe huts, shaking with fear at the wrath of Menzabac*.
I live in the Detroit area, where bad weather causes interior venues to become clogged with wandering humans. Malls, arcades, theaters, bars, they all get BUSIER when the weather sucks in Michigan. In Fort Worth/Dallas, however, I had the run of everyplace I went. Sega Gameworks, restaurants, Hyenas Comedy Club, Reunion Tower, Malibu Speedzone, Sixth Floor Museum at Dealey Plaza, ALL were beyond adandoned, even during prime time. Where’s all this cowboy courage I learned all about in Brokeback Mountain? None was evident in this frosty ghost-town. Phfagh!**
Which reminds me, Dallas–why don’t any of you know what/where Dealey Plaza is? 9 out of 10 people we asked had no idea WHAT Dealey Plaza was, and 10 out of 10 had no idea how to get there. That’s like people in San Fransisco not knowing where Alcatraz is, or people in New Orleans not knowing where the French Quarter is. JFK got peppered with paint balls and electricuted by his wife in Dealey Plaza***, quite possibly the most formative death of the cold war. How can locals NOT know about it? Whatever. Aside: Dealey Plaza won’t let you take pictures in their museum–a museum filled with not with art, but with historical documents and photographs. Have they succeeded in copyrighting history, then? Incredible!
Anyway, when I finally staggered down the tube into the bright lights of Detroit Metro airport on Sunday night, I was greeted by a typical Michigan ice-storm. Was Detroit paralyzed? No, traffic was just as bad as ever, everyone was out and about, and the trees looked BEAUTIFUL. (See the picture at the top of the post. Crystaline water coats everything the morning after an ice storm, making me think of force fields and tempting me to lick otherwise unpalatable objects…like my car.
Oh, yeah, Sisco Cat! I have a new kitten; a floppy, trusting little boy cat I’ve named “Sisco.” In honor of ‘Sysco,’ the food service company, ‘Cisco,’ the router company, ‘Sisco,’ the last name of the commander of Deep Space Nine, and ‘Sisco Kid,’ a puntific allusion at best. Here’s a picture of the little guy being roughly cuddled by my incongruously glowering self.
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Sisco Cat and SafeTinspector
* A Mayan god responsible for, among other things, weather, warts, marital impotence, and efficient grilling.
** No, not ‘fag’.
*** See Stuck in Dallas for details on this startling new theory.
Posted in Uncategorized by SafeTinspector on January 17th, 2007 |
7 comments
Nice new cat.
Looks like mine when she was a kitten many years ago.
I have some book about cats at home that we bought after our first cat, when I was 12. I remember it saying something along the lines of, “Cats forget people quickly.”
I’m not sure how true that is. When I was home during the holidays, my cat came right to me. I think she remembers her first night in my house, and staying in my room the whole time. She would purr, and I thought it was hunger pains, so she got fed well that night.
I had another cat, but he passed away about 2 years ago. He quickly forgot me for the first 6 years of his life. Running from me, and squealing when I’d pick him up. When we went to the vet to pick out a cat, there were two all black cats. One was very friendly, and the other one would run away and squeal. We choose the friendly one, but I think they switched them on us. It could’ve been a Hallmark movie.
But, over time he adjusted. I had my wisdom teeth pulled a few weeks before his death, and he never left my side. I miss that cat.
Yeah. Cats are given short-shrift sometimes.
“They aren’t loyal”
“They aren’t trainable”
“They never learn anything”
On the contrary, they can be loyal. But unlike dogs, which have a genetic predisposition to loyalty, a cat’s loyalty is something decided upon by the cat.
They are very trainable, but since they aren’t treat whores like dogs, the training methods are a little more difficult and tricky.
And they learn…. sometimes they learn more than you want them to know. Like that they can’t get in trouble for getting on the kitchen counter if no one is there to see them do it.
We’ve only had the kitten a week and it knows its name, is frightened of my wife, and has decided our dog is a big teddy bear.
Kinda like the old joke: you throw a stick for a dog, and the dog runs to fetch it. You throw a stick for a cat, and the cat says, ‘if you wanted the stick that badly, why’d you throw it away?’
Your new kitty seems like he’ll grow up to be a fine cat one day!
Also: hardly surprising that most Dallas* denizens don’t know where Dealey Plaza is. There’s an interesting psychology at work there: it’s the site of a horrible event that left an indeliable mark on the face of history, and as a result, I’m sure there are many locals that want to forget what happened, and where it happened. Kinda like how people in North Korea just don’t talk about the Ryugyong Hotel. If we don’t talk about it, it doesn’t exist.
On the other hand, perhaps people in Dallas are simply clueless, directionless idiots.
*the city, not the evening soap starring Larry Hagman
I live on the other side of the world and I know (since the age of six politics and assasination had been a favoured subject) what and where Dealey plaza is. Next to the cinema, across the road from the bookstore that’s next to the grassy knoll. Honestly, you yanks are so ignorant
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Well some are anyway.
I hadn’t read Davecats comment before I wrote that (I like to get these things out of my mind first and foremost) but it’s a fine theory. I guess ‘cos I come from a small place with a short history, it’s hard for me and mine to forget the horrors of our past.
Sisco is aboslutely wonderful. He’s so laid back looking. On a more disturbing note, however, in this photo he has the exact some expression on his face as you.
Sisco looks cool, although I’m glad you decided not to take him on the trip. Maybe he could have come up with a magic bullet theory
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