Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Margaret Atwood on farm cats

"They'd also sprouted a number of cats, offspring of the single cat that had been transported to the farm from the city, and was supposed to have been spayed. Obviously there had been a mistake, because this cat kittened underneath a corner of the house. The kittens were quite wild. They ran away and plunged into their burrow if Nell even tried to get near them. Then they would peer out, hissing and trying to look ferocious. When they were older they moved to the barn, where they hunted mice and had secrets. Once in a while, a gizzard--squirrel, Nell suspected--or else a tail, or some other chewed-up body-part offering, would appear on the back-door threshold, where Nell would be sure to step on it, especially if her feet happened to be bare, as they often were in the summer. The cats had a vestigial memory of civilization and its rituals, it seemed. They knew they were supposed to pay rent, but they were confused about the details."

--from the short story White Horse in the book Moral Disorder


hernan said...

Look who's back to the web!!! Nice to see your post again lappinette!!!

Lina Kirkwood said...

C'est un plaisir de te voir aussi! Si, j'suis retourner.