Leeuwenhoek had stolen and peeped into the fantastic sub-visible world of little things, creatures that had lived, had bred, had battled, had died, completely hidden from and unknown to all men from the beginning of time. Beasts these were of a kind that ravaged and annihilated whole races of men ten million times larger than they were themselves. Beings these were, more terrible than fire-spitting dragons or hydra-headed monsters. They were silent assassins that murdered babies in warm cradles and kings in sheltered places. It was this invisible, insignificant, but implacable-and sometimes friendly- world Leeuwenhoek had looked into for the first time of all men of all countries. ~Microbe Hunters

Saturday, 24 November 2012

Cat Tattoos...

This girl I play hockey with caught something bad from the water. It was the idea to get a cat tattooed on her her body forever. I really feel bad for the girl. She is a little slut right now. It is the first year university thaang of running around like a chicken with her head cut off and legs spread apart and a blood alcohol level exceeding that of Randy Travis. That will change, fast, because she WILL become the crazy cat lady. Cats are so weird. They are the least interesting animal besides gold fish. Why in the world would you want to put one permanently on your body? It is just a calling to live alone in a dirty old house with 10 000 cats until death.

Hanging out with her sure beats having a real cat though. It pretty much does the same thing as a real cat- just stares at you until you poke it, then it retreats under some fabric. It isn't hairy, so there is no risk of allergies, and if it excretes anything on me (urine, feces, hairball, gastric juices), I would not be the only one screaming for help. Unfortunately, if she finds her way onto my property and I try and shoot the cat, I would be going to jail instead of going to get a shovel. But, even when she dies, the cat will still live on. It is permanent. When her skin starts to degrade, and the ink from the tattoo seeps out of her coffin and into the water table, someone else will drink the crazy cat water which will possess them to get a cat tattoo. And the cycle continues.

My sister and I have our next tattoo planned out. Once we travel to a very strange place together (strange is used loosely because my family doesn’t travel at all), we are going to get ‘adopted’ on our heel. It shows that we traveled somewhere cool together without the rest of our family, so our feet that carried us there must have been adopted. That one is a little far stretched, but imagine telling your grandchildren the story behind that one! Then imagine telling them ‘I like cats’. Cool.

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