Tuesday, January 7, 2014
My brain on cat
I was working on our giant, musclebound, sometimes reminds me of Lenny from Mice and Men, automated check in machine. Kafka, the library cat was dozing in a nearby blue transit box, when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a book. Someone returned a book! They do that a lot at my job. Aye, they do it so often that it erases a good deal of the pleasure of it. Nevertheless, since absolutely no text of any kind is allowed to pass before me without my reading it, I read the title: You Had Me at Woof: How Dogs Taught Me the Secret of Happiness by Julie Klam.
I make no judgement against this book. Indeed I could conceivably decide to read this book seeing as dog books tend to have a much higher rate of quality than books about any other animal, certainly better than books about cats. But we've covered all that (here), and it was not what was running through my mind when I saw that book. What leaped to my mind when I read the title You Had Me at Woof: How Dogs Taught Me the Secret of Happiness was:
I would rather be sad like a cat than happy like a dog.