I picked this up from Vylar Kaftan. The point is to type your answers to the questions into Google Images and then post the first picture listed in the returns. All of this should make it blatantly clear what my answer to Number 5 is, even if the visual answer were not so dead-on.
Posts Tagged ‘Marlowe’
This man makes armor for cats & mice. I wonder if Mr. De Boer has ever managed to actually get a cat to put one on.
Marlowe would love it.
Edited to add: I found this in Mr. De Boer’s FAQ.
Q. Have you ever put a mouse into a suit of armour?
A. If there was one question that I have been asked the most, this is the one. I have not put a mouse into a suit of armour. I have, however, tried it with one of my cats, and have the scars to prove it.
This is one of my two cats. He’s a mask artist.
When he was a kitten I gave him one of those string ornaments to play with. He used to bite the edge of it, and it would flip, almost going over his head. One evening, as I was hosting a dinner party, one of my guest said, “Kitten! What have you done?”
I had nightmarish images of the kitten dipped in paint and looked under the table, to see this tiny black kitten with a giant white bubble on his head. After dying with laughter, I pulled it off the poor thing. Five minutes later he had it back on. Our best guess is that looking through it makes him think of tall grass. When it still fit over his entire head, I painted it like a jack-o-lantern for halloween. None of my guests believed me that he liked it.
He’ll greet me at the front door with it on, occasionally falls asleep wearing it, and will run from one end of the house to the other with it on. I bought a twelve-pack of the balls, because he does wear them out. And yes, he can take it off on his own. He’s an odd, odd cat.
If it weren’t for the fact that so many editors have a strong aversion to cat stories, I would totally write one about Marlowe and his helmet of invisibility.
I got in around 10:20 last night. -E- met me at the airport and drove me home. It was really good to see her and I hadn’t really realized how much I’ve missed her company till I was back in it. The house was much as we’d left it. The kitchen floor, which we refinished shortly before leaving the country, has mellowed to wonderful golds and ambers.
The trees still have fall foliage here. Reds and yellow are everywhere, and the weather is clear. In Portland. In November. It’s like a welcome home present. Our cats, Maggie and Marlowe, seem to remember me. I honestly wasn’t sure if they would or if they would care that I’ve come back. They were very affectionate and clingy last night.
I woke up around 4:30, but was able to get back to sleep until a more reasonable hour. I got up around 7:45, which is not bad for jetlag. Now, I’m sitting in Fuel, my favorite coffee shop. I had an egg and cheese bagel for breakfast with a decaf mocha. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been able to order a decaf anything without wondering if they would have decaf?
Now I know what you’re thinking: How did I find a production of Little Shop of Horrors so quickly here. But, in fact, this Audrey is one of the cast member’s dog, and will be staying with us during Easter break. She’s quiet and well-behaved and about the size of our cat Marlowe back home. Actually, I think he weighs more than she does.
She’ll be coming with us on our trip around Iceland. Just don’t tell Buster; I think he’d be jealous.
Well, that’s the way the news stations here would characterize the weather outside. We’ve had freezing rain and there’s a sheet of ice on the street. No pipes froze. The trees are not covered in tubes of ice, so it’s fairly mild as icestorms go. Rob was mean and let Marlowe outside. He came back pretty darn fast.
Much to our surprise, Marlowe loves shredded daikon radish. He’s not keen on salmon, but give him a bit of spicy root and he’s a happy cat.