For the past two hours, Cynthia has been intently staring at Pinterest and Marcy has been intently staring at a bug on the wall.
Cynthia: Sigh… there are some photographs that I could stare at all day.
Cynthia: Some photographs are infinitely interesting. Don’t you just love the candid intimacy of these shots of girls with their cats?
|‘Ibsen’ by Anna Morosini|
Cynthia: Really? No?!
Marcy: Why stare at a static, dead photograph when you could stare at this bug on the wall?
Cynthia: But if a photograph is good, it isn’t static or dead. It’s alive. It’s a work of art.
Marcy: No way. My bug is a work of art. It’s like live theatre.
Cynthia: Oh yeah?
Marcy: At any moment it will try to fly off and then who knows what I will do with it? Bat it around? Torture it? Kill it? Eat it? Kill it and eat it? The possibilities are endless and enthralling.
Intrigued by Marcy’s enthusiasm, Cynthia gets up to take a closer look at Marcy’s bug.
Cynthia: Ummmmm…. Marcy… that’s a nail that used to hold up our clock that broke.
Marcy (indignant): No. It’s not. It’s a bug. His name is Brian.
Cynthia shakes her head and wanders off, wondering if all cats are slightly insane.
*As is always the case on Pinterest, many photos do not have watermarks and finding the photographer is sometimes impossible. Please do let me know if you have the correct source for any of these photographs. It’s a shame for these wonderful pictures to go uncredited.