On Kitten by G. Arthur Brown

The angels with sandpaper tongues look down from Kitten Heaven and smile upon Brown in that way that only cats can smile (by which I mean a smile that is only a heart warming case of pareidolia on the viewers’ part and unconnected with any feelings of cheer on the part of the cat.) Not to say that a cat would not enjoy this read. I have fed surreal text to many a kitten with lustful results. The man who claims that cats do not read do not know how to read a cat (back to front and around.)

Kitten is like reading a cat: an abnormal delight. I am not entirely convinced that Brown is not a dimension shifting cat himself from a far off reality in which cats are exactly like strange and hilarious humans. Exactly.

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