“My cat went into the bedroom when I wasn’t looking, knocked the bird cage over
and ate the bird. He dragged it out to the living room and ate everything but the head
and wings. I had to get a replacement bird before Kevin got home from school so
I put it in the trunk of the car and drove down to the pet store. I was in a hurry but
I remembered it had to be turquoise on the chest, and when I got there all the turquoise
ones had yellow heads but I couldn’t remember if his head had been yellow. Then I
remembered that his head was in the trunk so I went out and, sure enough, it was
yellow. So I went back in the store and bought one of the birds with a yellow head
and got home in time to put it in the cage in Kevin’s room. He didn’t notice. Sometimes love is like that. I keep trying to remember to put the old bird’s head in the garbage but I keep forgetting. You know how that is.”
"Good taste is the death of art." Truman Capote
Monday, June 25, 2007
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