The kittens were absolutely not supposed to be in there.
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Notes:
1. Written on October 27th, 2022
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Notebooks
The blue notebook was for unhappy thoughts. This was the one I used the most. The red notebook was for angry thoughts. I found this one frightening and did not like using it at all. The yellow notebook was for happy thoughts. I lost it long ago.
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Notes:
1. Written on November 4th, 2022
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They were in the ruins of the gallery. Tina and Oya were writing poems in the dirt. Anna was showing Ethel and Daniel what used to hang on the walls. Claire was bored. She stared up at the one remaining sculpture that had survived the blaze. It looked very much like a very large coconut made of stone.
“What is it?” Claire said.
“It’s a coconut,” said Ethel.
“It’s not,” Claire said. “It’s made of stone. Coconuts are made of wood or something.”
“It’s a sculpture of a coconut,” Anna said. She held her phone up in front of it, and the app showed how it used to look. Which was exactly the same as it looked now, except slightly less soot stained. “See? It’s even called Little Coconut (III).”
“It’s not little,” said Claire. “It’s huge.”
“That’s the joke,” Anna explained.
“Claire doesn’t get jokes,” Ethel said.
“I do,” said Claire. “If they’re funny.”
“This is funny,” Ethel said.
“It’s not,” said Claire.
“I don’t get it either,” Daniel said.
“See!” Claire said.
“Well, I get it!” Ethel said. “And it is funny, isn’t it, Anna?”
“What? No, of course it isn’t funny,” Anna said. “It’s art.”
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Notes:
1. Written on July 13th, 2022
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“I am not a poet”, said Tina, irritatingly. “I just write poems.”
“Urgh,” said Claire. “Just… urgh!”
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Notes:
1. Written in 2022 sometime
2. Sorry I cannot be more precise than that
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There were cats in places they should not be. On shelves, in drawers, stretched out asleep on the computer keyboard and curled up asleep on the record player turnstile and the dashboard of our car. There were cats in my backpack and in Mum’s handbag. They were in the bath, in the shower, on the toilet seat and in the sink and the cupboard under the sink and the one above the sink somehow too. I don’t know how they could fit in there but they could and they did and there was nothing we could do to stop them.
There were cats in our pockets and cats in our sleeves and there was a cat curled up in the hood of my coat even though I was wearing the coat and the hood was up but still it was in there purring and doing that thing cats do with their claws when they’re happy until my entire scalp was pinpricked with blood.
We tried to phone for help but there was a cat sat on the phone and then we tried to call for help but there were kittens in our mouths by now and they looked out at the world with cute unblinking eyes from the middle of our faces.
There was nothing we could do but acquiesce to their demands.
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Notes:
1. Written on October 14th, 2022
2. There is no finer sight in life than a cat in a place that it should not be.