At night, feline senses are tuned to
somewhat to possums, a little to rubbish bins, but mostly to other
cats they need to fight in glorious sepia slow-motion to win back the
love of their life.
They pay no heed to the gentle hum of Vittorias
rolling on asphalt as they patrol the night like ninjas.
So don't worry when a fast moving kitty
screams out from under a front fence and gets tangled with your foot
at the bottom of your cadence.
It's just another tribulation they
can build into their narrative of redemption.
BONUS TIP: It's an adequate device for
the cat masses, but the Scorceses; Coppolas and Von Triers of feline
cinema eschew the silent swift bicycle as narrative element.
Too
much deus ex machina; too much like lazy plotting.
True cat
tragedy involves falling from serious height and mysteriously landing
on your back...
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