That settles it! The final arbiter of truth and beauty is ... my cat.
<-- The pup is Not Happy.
That settles it! The final arbiter of truth and beauty is ... my cat.
That settles it! The final arbiter of truth and beauty is ... my cat. I'm gonna go ask her about Nobel laureates right meow.
Oh sure, but would it go out into the cold, bound joyously down to the fence, PICK UP THE NEWSPAPER IN ITS CLEVER MOUTH and bring it inside for you to read? Just to help? Because Good Boy?Our cat knew exactly what page of the book or newspaper I was reading and would sit on that page.
My cat is a great book lover. (She eats paper.)
So does my bunny. That obviously makes her a literary critic of great discernment. Fortunately her commentary is easily swept up.
My cat is a great book lover. (She eats paper.)
So does my bunny. That obviously makes her a literary critic of great discernment. Fortunately her commentary is easily swept up.
Apparently our phone bill is a work of tremendous taste and significance.
Our cat knew exactly what page of the book or newspaper I was reading and would sit on that page.
Oh sure, but would it go out into the cold, bound joyously down to the fence, PICK UP THE NEWSPAPER IN ITS CLEVER MOUTH and bring it inside for you to read? Just to help? Because Good Boy?
I can see this thread morphing into yet another version of Lit v Genre (pleeeease?? We haven't had one for ages!) where the cat is lit, the bunny is genre - and the pup is a Very Good Boy.
My pup has a weak bladder, and has been known to leak on pages. Would that be lit or genre?
Critique, I'd say.
Oh sure, but would it go out into the cold, bound joyously down to the fence, PICK UP THE NEWSPAPER IN ITS CLEVER MOUTH and bring it inside for you to read? Just to help? Because Good Boy?
I do not think so.
Oh, like we haven't all done that.And the dog ate the couch
That, though - that's impressive. Good teeth.Also parts of the Jeep. And the truck.
Critique, I'd say.
Agreed. With the birth of art comes the afterbirth: the critic.
That’s quite enough, all you philistines! My cat has created the best possible world, and she will not have her terms contradicted. Go take your spider-eating, letter-squatting, phone-bill-eating purveyors of bad taste and hoof it. What do you know about art?
Leaking pups, indeed. (That goes double for Marissa’s bunny.)
Don’t worry, with some training, I’m sure you can get him to carry it in his mouth.My spouse does that. (Well, not in his mouth, but still.)
I would pay to see it.Oh, I dunno. I think there's a spot for Admin's truck eating pup in Koons' newest exhibition.
Don’t worry, with some training, I’m sure you can get him to carry it in his mouth.
Oh sure, but would it go out into the cold, bound joyously down to the fence, PICK UP THE NEWSPAPER IN ITS CLEVER MOUTH and bring it inside for you to read? Just to help? Because Good Boy?
My spouse does that. (Well, not in his mouth, but still.)
Don’t worry, with some training, I’m sure you can get him to carry it in his mouth.
I've found that dogs are easier to train . . . and cheaper to feed, too.
I would pay to see it.
Ah, but the real question is, if a Good Boy husband picks up a newspaper in his clever mouth and bounds joyously through the cold to bring it to you, is it ART?
My cat sez... no.