Blönduós kitties
This past month, as I’ve been triangulating between the studio, the grocery store and the pool, I’ve pet a lot of cats. I like to imagine stories about their lives. Here are some things I made up about them.*
Loki
Black fur, purple collar, most popular girl on Árbraut.
Named after the god of mischief in Norse mythology, Loki keeps herself busy as an acrobat with a traveling circus. Currently on her summer holiday, she still performs the occasional trick and can always entertain a crowd. She’s often spotted on house roofs, drinking rain water out of their gutters.
Rusty
White fur with gray spots & stripes, squinty eyes, lap sitter.
Rusty likes to roll around in the dirt. Some of us hated when the town workers were using the backhoe to plow through the walking path along the river. Rusty loved it because it meant there was all sorts of fresh and soft dirt for her to roll around in. Sometimes she goes down to the river bank to roll in the black sand, but it doesn’t stick to her fur as much as the other dirt, so she only does that occasionally.
Casper
Long black fur, impeccable taste, connoisseur of fine art.
Casper wandered into our exhibition on Saturday with one goal: to find an artist worth representing. Being an art dealer in a small town is hard. And it’s not made easier by being a cat. No one takes him seriously until the claws come out. Alas, in yet another example of this, everything at the show was hung too high on the wall for him to see it. He’ll be writing Concordia a strongly worded letter on cat accessibility. Me-ow.
Tangerine
Long ginger fur, alluring, mysterious.
Tangerine is a bad boy. Under his fur, he has a growing collection of patchwork tattoos. He owns a motorcycle, but he can’t drive it yet because he doesn’t have his license. He drinks Gull beer and is in a long distance relationship with a cat in Reykjavik.
Tuxedo Tony
Black and white fur, keeps his cards close.
Tuxedo Tony, also known as Cow Cat, is an undercover spy with several aliases. Although we still don’t know who sent him or why, we know his mission involves monitoring our cohort on the Textile Center grounds. Tuxedo Tony prowls around, watching us, hiding in tall grass, and retreating into the shadows when seen. Suspicions are growing that Tony was responsible for the disappearance of the House 35 bird. Maybe it knew too much…
Itsy bitsy
Brown and gray tabby, large in spirit, small in size.
Itsy bitsy is the youngest of the Blönduós cats, making her the rambunctious wild card of the group. Having been spotted on both sides of the river, it’s unclear where she actually hails from. She can’t be tied down. She likes giving kisses. She has a loud meow.
*Loki and Casper are the only cats whose name I actually know. I made the other names up. Mwah to all the Blönduós kitties!
Shan