Cat & Rabbit Go to Town

Posted on September 3, 2014 by kathryningrid

My sister’s cat Mercer has been sick and suffering for a while lately with some mystery malady, and his symptoms have thus far refused to explain themselves to his faithful veterinarian, so we’re in a watching, waiting and hoping phase. It’s sad and frustrating, and poor Mercer needs some serious respite from his ailments. I’m afraid I haven’t the skill to give him anything more palliative than the occasional pettings he allowed me to give him while we shared living quarters this summer. So I send out this little ditty to bring him good vibes of well-wishing long distance, as it stars the two most faithful fellow fur-babies who live or visit in his home, Ruffian the cat and Basil bunny.

Animal Behavior

Posted on February 17, 2013 by kathryningrid

Little Beasties’ Escapade

Raccoon, Armadillo and Possum set sail

In a galvanized bucket, the teeth of a gale,

On the reservoir lake in the midst of the night,

Under cloud-obscured stars and without the moon’s light,

For they were on a mission requiring the dark,

At imperative speed, wildly searching the spark

Of a glimmer ashore on the lake’s farther side,

Where they’d scramble the banks and find somewhere to hide–

And what was their mission, to act like scared squirrels?

Escaping, of course, from the amorous girls

Of the possum, raccoon and ‘dillo persuasions.

Run and hide’s all one can do on just such occasions.

For Overgrown Children Everywhere

Posted on August 22, 2011 by kathryningrid

Not to be two koi about it . . .

As there’s a remote possibility you have been otherwise occupied with counting the holes in the ceiling tiles while I was previously presenting you with irrefutable mountains of evidence (not that I have ANY knowledge of such off-topic pursuits myself), I will just state plainly and without prejudice and for the record that I am a little kid in semi-adult clothing. If you have a problem with that, I certainly don’t know what you’re doing here, of all places. But I suspect that the majority of us over-twenties simply come to terms with a similar internal détente at some point after realizing that (a) being grown up is highly overrated and (2) as long as we can at least put on the guise of behaving in an appropriately adult manner when absolutely necessary, it is in fact quite pleasant, if not desirable, to indulge the inner infant as much as we’re able.

That’s why so much of my art and writing are full of lowbrow hijinks and saturated in silliness. So today, I give you a brief picture-book with a storyline that can pander to those too deeply entrenched in their maturity to admit to liking such things (but only, perhaps, having a reasonably stretchy imagination that can drag this tale into meta-meaning-infested waters) but is really designed simply to attract with pictures of fun creatures and a caption-fed miniature narrative. I leave it to you to fill in the blanks with enough buttercream icing and expanding lightweight spackle to suit your particular tastes or needs. Without being too coy about it, I hope.