Wednesday, September 28, 2005

I remember finding a mummified cat.

Actually, I didn't find it . . . my boyfriend at the time, Rob, found it in a mostly empty warehouse that a friend of ours was using as an artist studio/living space. He couldn't wait to show it to me, and to show me where he had found it while poking around behind some boards on one of the abandoned floors. The cat was a normal sized house-cat in the exact same pose as the "Restricted" panther, one paw forward and in low slink mode. All the skin was there but thin, like wasp paper, and shrunken over the bones. Just like the warning growl a living cat gives before attacking, its face was pulled back into a tight grimace. All in all, it looked remarkably life-like. We were fascinated with the cat! What a find!! Naturally Rob put it in a place of honour in his room. How a dead creature could mummify in the moist humidity of the West Coast, I'll never know. I do know it felt like a gift to find it.

2 comments:

EarthForAliens said...

A mummified cat?! INDIE FILM! INDIE FILM! I can't believe you haven't made one yet! You have a lifetime's worth of script in your memories...

ingridv said...

you and me both...a few years back we had a tom cat that was making a nuisance of itself...our girls loved that stupid cat...but it was a nuisance, one of too many cats. Anyway we decided to "do it in". We hid the evidence in the nearest field and feigned ignorance when the girls "wondered where it could be?" A full year later we woke up one morning to find that very same cat...exactly how you described it...on our front porch, staring up at us hauntingly. Our beloved dog had dug it up. Creepy. Randi's watching me type this...and this is the first she knew it was her beloved "Spot". Ahhh, the pain of growing up....