Dining chair woes

Other members of the household share their testimony

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Mine is a tragic story

Once a magnificent throne

In all my Italian crafted glory

Till they made a lair of my home

At first the beasts were small

My beauty they couldn’t plunder

But they grow and scratch and brawl

Now I am torn asunder

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Kittens napping, 2024, charcoal, chalk and pencil on paper

Happy new year dear reader

I hope that you are taking care of yourself as well as you can right now.

Néo and Bosco send you their purrs. rrrrr. rrrrr. rrrrr.

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Behind the poem

This morning, Néo glitched. In a split second, she turned from fluffy snow angel to chair torturing demon. It reminded me of a poem I wrote a couple of months back, from the perspective of our pitiful dining chairs. Pitiful not because of their looks, or structural integrity, no. Pitiful only because of their mistreatment, in which we the humans have been complicit.

We did not consult them about adding two feline predators with sharp knives stowed away in misleadingly cute marshmallows. We did not warn them of the literal back-stabbing that they would inevitably endure during “playtime.” And we did not prepare them for the dishevelment of their fine bouclé fibres by claws that repeatedly evade the nail clipper.

2024 was a very tough year for these chairs. They tire of daily de-furring and hosting ungrateful clients who have the gall to snooze upon their tired seats, post brawl.

They just wanted you to know how very hard it has been. Thank you for witnessing.

Now, please enjoy some pictures of Néo caught in the criminal act of grievous furniture intimidation.

Néo torturing the furniture. Act 1: Appears to be a hug

Néo torturing the furniture. Act 2: Hug turns rather sinister

Néo torturing the furniture. Act 3: Merciless violence.

Nothing happened.

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Thank you for being here, until next time…

🐈‍⬛ Do you know a lovely cat? One of my secret goals is for strangers on the internet to send me pictures of their cats…

🐈 And do share anything that has bubbled up for you. It’s the connections and memories that come up, that are the real magic of sharing art.

🐾 Finally if you feel so inclined, it would be wonderful if you could send this poem to fellow friends of felines.

(Unless you are a PDAer in which case, do none of this!)

Have a beautiful day,

Aimee

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