Ok, so the good folks over at narrowboat: the green man posted this preview. What amazes me is the idea that this is not getting general release, not making the rounds of the film festivals. So, I'm doing my paltry part in helping this go viral. I want to see this. And then get the dvd in a few years, with a commentary track by Terry Pratchett. I can dream.
I also wondered if one of the reasons Morris is a stereotypical cat name, was because of the proverb "to bell the cat," like a Morris dancer is belled. Just a weird thought.
I've done it again, bookmarked a blogger, thinking I'd caught the feed, but didn't, so I've accidentally ignored the site for months, assuming she just wasn't posting. This has happened way too often, and I feel rather dull to have done it again.
When I mentioned in the last post about reading our animals, I of course meant projecting our own motivations onto them. People who say "my cat hates me" or "my dog does that on purpose to get back at me", and who mean it, are ascribing their own failings onto animals who have a much different agenda. Cats want what they want, dogs do what they need to do to ease anxiety, it's not all fraught with human manipulation. Moby stretches up to claw my butt, he wants attention for some reason, if he then braces and runs, he wants to play chase. He circles us in the kitchen, it's probably food. Lays nearby and purrs, wants to be petted or combed. That's pretty clear communication. It's that second layer of assumption that maligns them in their lack of our language.
Or as I put it, when Moby jumps up and away from us, I guess what he's saying is, "Gotta go. Cat things, you wouldn't understand."