Him of the cutting words and bleeding heart.

A day in shades of grey.
A cup of tea that cools about as soon as it’s poured.
A walk through the neighbourhood, hands stuffed in unwarm pockets.
Moisture settling in damp waves on nose.
This day, the kittehs stay indoors.

Pratheek Thomas models the Icecream Headache Tee by Manta Ray‘s cool-stuff-making imprint Art You Can Wash.

Quit talking, watch Lou lie there smoking,
Singeing a sleeping feline furcoat. Observe
The whimpering whippet whisper wheezing words
Into the prominent man’s prominent ears.

No fish. No fish. Nope, no fish neither. No fish. No. No. No fish. Has fish – waitaminnit! Mew! Purr! <rubs-around-the-ankles-makes-nice> Now gimme fish.

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
- from Thirteen Ways of Looking at Blackbirds, Wallace Stevens.

The original mitzenkitzenfishenkatzen, two fish down and gazillions more to go. Meow.
