Saturday, August 04, 2007

Why I Hate Cats

Shocking news from my brother in Madrid which would seem to explain this, this, this, this and this.  Stripey was our cat, Uncle Edward was a vet and not really our uncle.
'Bryan,' he emails, 'I presume you know why you hate cats? In a fit of jealousy Stripey attacked you in your cot just after you were born. He had previously been castrated by Uncle Edward without anaesthetic.'
I did not know this. It is awful to find oneself so suddenly and glibly explained. I feel so, so ... violated.

6 comments:

  1. Yes but now you have the opening scene of your Bildungsroman. Almost Shandean.

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  2. is it a bit like being castrated without anaesthetic?

    didn't Leonardo da Vinci report being attacked/visited by a bird when he was an infant, in a strange Freudian epiphany?

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  3. Did the cat try to suck out your soul, too? That'd make you hate the critters.

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  4. I'd be interested to know what else about you is explained by this childhood attack, besides your hatred of cats. Your split personality disorder?

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  5. What about so-called 'Uncle' Edward; was he a split personality? Had his other half buggered off with the anaesthetic?

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  6. Ah, not content with getting your readers to write your articles, you are now trying to lure them into substituting for your psychiatrist's bills. Is this, I wonder, your inner Stripey at work?

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