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[greenstorm]

The Pope's Penis
Sharon Olds

It hangs deep in his robes, a delicate
clapper at the center of a bell.
It moves when he moves, a ghostly fish in a
halo of silver seaweed, the hair
swaying in the dark and the heat -- and at night
while his eyes sleep, it stands up
in praise of God.


My solution to the elowmentioned problem: I hold the lid, while they drink from it. Of course, this is sort of like trying to play tug of war without spilling. I can tell they're done drinking because they all make a concerted effort to steal the lid, which really did take some time.

Helen is back to being a rocket-powered rat. Actually, they're all really bouncy and active today. The girlies are chin-upping themselves onto any high surface available, Caramel is bouncy, Merlyn is... well, Merlyn is always exploratory, but he's sweetly so today. He's on my lap trying to climb onto the keyboard as I type. I can kiss him lots this way.

Helen and I were playing 'lick'. This is where she licks my arm frantically until I lick her face, at which she runs away, completely freaked out, and only returns after a minute or two to resume licking my arm.

We were also playing 'chase' with the other girlies, where i make my hand into a rat and make it run around the bed, and they chase it in circles. You'd think they'd get dizzy or something.

They all played 'swarm Greenie because she's eating breakfast pizza'.

I've been browsing the local rattery page ( http://members.shaw.ca/ratanist/ ) and it makes me happy.

I watched Chicago, the musical movie, for the first time the other day. 'Mister Cellophane' keeps going through my head, but with the words 'Mister Hurricane'. Go figure. Man, there was disturbing body language in that thing.

I really should go back to sleep, but I donwanna put my babies back in their cage.

Edit: Wow, Helen just stole a kleenex and it made her *so happy*

Comments

[arrogant-gamer.livejournal.com]

Hi

I'm not generally a small animal person; I like cats (we arrogant animals must stick together, you see) and largish dogs. However, these little creatures you describe--who can come on command and who chase after your hand--sound more delightful than those I've met before. These are, what?, gerbils?

z.

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

...rats.

You can certainly meet them. If I ever get to KMM I'll bring one or two.

They're smarter than dogs, more obedient than cats, and can be kept in a cage.