If I were on a diet, I would want to own this plate. I’d serve dessert on it. Big, heaping pile of cookies, or like eight cupcakes. Or maybe fill it with “fritos.” And I’d never, ever eat them, because I’d know what was underneath, and that would even put me off “fritos.”
I’m glad the cat’s owners dressed it up before launching it at a mid-sized family sedan. That’s the face of a Warner Bros. character having a bad day at 40+ mph. You can almost see one of the whiskers vibrating after the impact, like it JUST pounced on “Tweetie Bird” and somehow the damned canary had a frying pan in its back pocket.
Or maybe it’s not really a cat. Maybe it’s a flounder, cleverly disguised as a cat. Because what flounders really want is to be invited to all the cat parties. Which really isn’t the wisest idea, if you’re a fish, but there you go. Fish rarely think about tomorrow. They’re very “in the moment” creatures.
Now, a quiet little moment to reflect on what, what was the artist thinking? And then we move on.
Goodwill on Slaughter and South 1st, Austin