Old Cat goes to the vet today. Since I made the appointment, he's rallied remarkably, not even projectile puking once yesterday. I think it's the old, make an appointment get better syndrome.
He might last a while longer at this rate, which is good and bad. He's my buddy, but the waiting for the other shoe to drop is hard!
And Miss Whizzer? Still pissing. I have to get her meds today at the vet and try that. Apparently there's a med I can crush and mix with butter or her food. But I seriously draw the line at a cat box in my bedroom. Ech. Too bad I don't have two bathrooms, then I could put her in one of them while I'm at work!
And this is the bit on writing.
I got an interesting story idea this morning. I was intrigued when I was reminded of that scene where Marilyn Monroe's skirt is blown upwards by a vent-- the Seven Year Itch scene? I know you all know this one; it's classic. Anyhow, I was watching VH1 80s videos and saw that move copied, which made me think of Marilyn. I considered her considerable on-screen sexuality and the morass of her personal life, which led to her untimely and unhappy end. The whole Bobby-and-John triangle came to mind, as well as the rumors that she was dating both guys at once-- just before she died. The rumors that her death wasn't an accident, that Bobby had been there that day, maybe to give her John's final goodbye. No one knows, but rumor expounds on possibilities, not facts.
So from there I started to picture the dynamic of a really twisted triangle: Guy 1 has a Gorgeous and Powerful Girlfriend with fatal flaws of self-destruction and poor sense of self worth. Guy One passes Powerful Girlfriend to Guy 2, his croney or relative, when she becomes too attached and thus bothersome to his Political Image [Think "the Happy Birthday, Mr. President" thing]. She loves Guy One with all her self-destructive might. She cleaves to Guy Two in order to keep in Guy One's circle of light, as it were; and she continues to see him when it is convenient for the Guy Duo. She's feeding her own scenario of lack-of-self-worth. She's spiralling downwards and relying on outside props (drugs? alcohol?) to keep herself going. Tragic ending ensues.
Now there's a dramatic story kernel. And you can adapt it to so many situations. You can swap genders. You can remove the sex. It's really a dynamic of power.
And here's part of another screen that I found at either the D'Orsay or the Guime museum. It had about ten huge panels, and was full of cranes. The black laquer made the shot a little glarey.
4 comments:
I can definitely relate to the old cat dilemna, only mine's an old dog. It's tough.
Love the idea for the story. When are you going to write it?
Good luck with the pill in the food bit. My cat can smell it. Doesn't fall for it for a second. We've had a time, let me tell you.
Have you tried feeding her treats on the bed? Typically, cats won't pee where they eat. We have our litter boxes in the bedroom, but because of our business, it's the only spot for it.
I definitely don't recommend it!
Hah! I am laughing loudly, anti-wife, because I already have so many ideas I've started to write I don't dare start another one. You may do so if you wish, though!
And I just found the double stick tape, spy, so I am putting that on the blue tarp tonight. The vet changed her mind and wants to wait on meds until the tape has a trial period.
I really don't want to put the litter box in the bedroom because Old Guy wakes me up gagging as it is, with the box in the hall just outside the bedroom door. (I keep citrus spray on the nightstand just because of him.) I'd literally be moving the litterbox to the other side of the wall from its present position should I put it in my bedroom. Can't see why that would make a big diff, anyhow-- unless the door was shut, of course!
You know, I never thought of the Marilyn story that way; very interesting!
Good luck with both kitties, and I think spyscribbler's idea is a pretty good one!
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