Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Jacques Prévert & Cat

Photo by Brassai

Jacques Prévert | The cat and the bird

The village listened miserably
To the wounded bird’s cries
It was the only bird in the village
And it was the only cat in the village
That had half-eaten him
And the bird stopped singing
The cat stopped purring
And licking his lips
And the village gave the bird
A marvellous funeral
And the cat who had been invited
Walked behind the little straw coffin
Where the dead bird was laid out
Carried by a pretty young girl
Who couldn’t stop crying
The cat said to her
If I’d known how unhappy this would make you
I’d have eaten all of him
And then told you
That I’d seen him fly away
To the very ends of the earth
Too far away to ever return
And you wouldn’t be so distraught
So distressed and full of sorrow
Now I see that one should never
Do things by half-measures

Le chat | Georges Simenon


"It's really the cat's house--we just pay the mortgage."

Pablo Picasso with Daughter & Cat

Photographer unknown

Gustav Klimt & Cat

Gustav Klimt (1862-1918) with his pet cat,
pictured in front of his studio in Wien-Josefstadt
© Austrian Archives / CORBIS.

Thanks to Astro Nayths


Charles Bukowski on Cats | From an Interview by Sean Penn

"Having a bunch of cats around is good. If you're feeling bad, you just look at the cats, you'll feel better, because they know that everything is, just as it is. There's nothing to get excited about. They just know. They're saviors. The more cats you have, the longer you live. If you have a hundred cats, you'll live ten times longer than if you have ten. Someday this will be discovered, and people will have a thousand cats and live forever. It's truly ridiculous."

Interview magazine, September 1987