Disturbing Blogging - Not For The Faint Of Heart!
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Many years ago, a big plant in a big pot kicked the bucket, as it were - it may even have been a porch plant, since this human no longer recalls any details. But she did take the pot downstairs, and park it, dirt and all, in a corner of the basement. That was years ago... Today she decided to recycle it, dirt and all, for the porch tomatoes. After hauling it up and out and into the sunlight, she saw that - someone, sometime - had decided it could double as a litter box. Yes, once upon a time - just once, it would seem - someone decided to poop in it. It was clearly long long ago, and perhaps the actual pooper has since gone on to a higher realm. The dirt itself was very fine and sandy - not at all unlike kitty litter - or am I trying too hard to excuse the anonymous miscreant?
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(Truly horrific blogging - you'd better stop here!) In the middle of the night, the human, as is her wont when sleepless, found some comfort reading and then managed to go back to sleep. She awoke to Angel, snout and claws buried in her comfort book, rending and tearing pages! All this human can say is, it certainly is a good thing he's cute! Pictures may follow...
posted by Lizzy at 7:03 PM
3 Comments:
Clearly biased towards miscreants, La Casa de Lizzy. Probly explains why there are 920 of them about. We excuse Banshee and Petunnia who have never been anything but sweet and good.
That Angel! What a mischief-maker! Is there no end to his depredations?
Lizzy, have you ever read Sherri Tepper's A Plague of Angels?
Hi, POliticalCat -
I was willing to swear I had read at least one Tepper book, but when I went to Amazon, nothing sounded familiar. Should I read the Plague of Angels? If you say yes, I shall interlibrary loan it immediately... :)
Plague of Angels is a very, very interesting book. While Sunday school stories present angels as fluffy sort-of-Christian cherubs, looking back into the history of Christianity and Judaism, one realizes that the cherubim and seraphim are actually lesser extensions of God and can be terrifying and intimidating. Tepper examines the notions of good and evil with a breadth and depth rarely expressed in modern fiction. Suffice it to say that I, the godless, was captivated and moved as rarely before. Personally, I would rate this book as belonging in the annals of great literature. Up there with Kafka, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Salman Rushdie, Chekhov, Dostoevsky, Mo Yan, Thomas Hardy, Zola.
Of course, you might not agree, but I still think it's worth reading.
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