You know Kate Bush? The inventor of mystery and foreboding yet sensual physical embodiment? Of course! Well, I was listening to “Hounds of Love,” the titular single off the British musician’s 1985 album, when it hit me: She’s barking. Kate is barking!
It happens throughout the song, but the first instance of it occurs in the first verse. She sings:
When I was a child, running in the night
Afraid of what might be
Normal, normal! She continues:
Hiding in the dark, hiding in the street
And of what was following me
(doo doo doo doo doo doo-oo)
Sounds like doos! A favorite of many singers, of which I could name tens. Perhaps even dozens!
Ms. Bush continues still:
Now hounds of love are hunting
(oo oo oo oo oo oo-oo)
Do you hear that?
(oo oo oo oo oo oo-oo)
Maybe it’s more of a
(aur aur aur aur aur aur-oo)
Like a dog barking! Or possibly more like a seal. Definite
(arf arf arf arf arf ar-oof)
vibes happening here, if not literally in terms of the actual sounds she’s making. Regardless, I think it’s pretty clear that she’s barking? Which is to say, Kate’s barking! Did everyone already know this? I certainly didn’t, despite the fact that Kate is clearly barking and the song is called “Hounds of Love” and all types of hounds, even hounds of hate and hounds of indifference, love to go bark. I’m glad I know this now! To realizing stuff and/or things... :,)
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Shelter Cat Update!
We lost a friend this week. Pepper had been battling FIP for a couple of weeks, and on Monday was started on a new treatment. It was just too much for him, though, and he passed in his sleep overnight.
He always made me smile with his enthusiastic greeting.
This is the last photo I took of him. His bestie, Pink, sensed he was feeling under the weather and gave him a loving dose of TLC.
The shelter kittens continue to find new shenanigans to commit. The first time Paul jumped on my back today, I yelled so loud that the volunteers could hear me downstairs. (Claws! Ouch!)
Homer lounges around while Pinto studies the door for any weaknesses (he’s already escaped a few times.
I took Essie by surprise earlier this week. This lasted a full twenty minutes. She was definitely caught by surprise, because she hasn’t let me do it since.
Watched me like a *hawk* this morning, she did.
More kittens! Lincoln and Karen joined us at the beginning of this month, and moved out of quarantine this week to their own room. Lincoln has been quite hostile, and bit me hard the first time I tried to make friends. But I discovered he luuuuuved to play string, so I engaged him. So amusing to watch him growl while he’s having fun.
He’s mellowing out, though his string-playing intensity remains high.
Mercy is a doll!
She’s overcoming her shyness.
And her siblings continue to amuse.
Evie and I both agree that Shoulder Time is much more satisfying than Arm Time.
So on Monday, Dennis and I were visiting when, gentleman that he is, he turned away to sneeze. But, when he turned back, he had a thick yellow snot rocket sticking out of his nose. Poor guy! He had to go into quarantine with a URI. But I continued to visit him, and used the quarantine cage to my advantage.