Toilet paper inventory. Eating. Giving paws'n claws to peoples. Laundry in the basket - dirty or just out of the dryer. Whiskas Crunchy Tuna Stars. Christmas ribbon. Perches on high places. Physics. Rolling on rugs. Stairs. Getting the catnip bag out of the cupboard. Belly rubs. Breaking things that don't belong to me. Midnight stampedes. Gambling. Jumping in the fridge when someone opens the door. Drowning fake mouses in my water bowl.
Squirrels, birds, fishies, mouses, rabbits, butterflies and girlie cats, but just as friends. I don't have my parts no more but I know how to treat a lady right. Just ask my darling Pez Marie!
Sinatra, Al Green, Rupert Holmes, Slayer, Morrisey, Madonna - you know, the greats.
Westerns, film noir and the occasional chick flick. The single career girls in those movies always have the finest and most charming feline companions.
The one about the dolphins. Antiques Road Show.C-SPAN. Anything on the Outdoor Channel or National Geographic. My dvd copies of Dead Tenants. Sometimes I turn off the cable box to watch the warm, blue fuzzies and hear that noise. Helps me sleep when Charlie Rose doesn't do the job.
Dostoevsky, Nietzsche, Marx and US Weekly.
James M. Myers, Buddha, Aslan and my mama.