pears away.
when we moved into the apartment, one of the most attractive features were the delicate blossoms covering the tree just outside our big livingroom window. it was like a sculptural element of our actual apartment, that added pretty-value. we were very sad to see those blossoms wither up and fall away. and curious when, from the empty boring branches, out sprung little green globules which our landlord kept insisting were "pears".
as with the blossoms, these "pears" have been growing ripe. all at once. and (unlike the flowers which did something lovely like dancing away in the breeze)they have been plopping on our hideous plastic awnings with THUNK! sounds. maybe that doesn't sound bad, because "thunk" is a somewhat comedic word. to be more specific, it is a sound halfway between a gunshot and an angry knock on a door. maybe more toward the gunshot end. now imagine that happening several times within a minute.
hippo (kitty) is staying with us while peter's family is staying with them. he likes sitting on the back of the sofa and making whiney vibrato noises at the squirrels. when a pear hits the awning he falls off the sofa and slinks around with his ears drawn back. unfortunately there is no way to tell a cat, "oh, it's just the pears.
as with the blossoms, these "pears" have been growing ripe. all at once. and (unlike the flowers which did something lovely like dancing away in the breeze)they have been plopping on our hideous plastic awnings with THUNK! sounds. maybe that doesn't sound bad, because "thunk" is a somewhat comedic word. to be more specific, it is a sound halfway between a gunshot and an angry knock on a door. maybe more toward the gunshot end. now imagine that happening several times within a minute.
hippo (kitty) is staying with us while peter's family is staying with them. he likes sitting on the back of the sofa and making whiney vibrato noises at the squirrels. when a pear hits the awning he falls off the sofa and slinks around with his ears drawn back. unfortunately there is no way to tell a cat, "oh, it's just the pears.
posted by kaylen at 6:04 PM
2 Comments:
one starving musician came by stifling a laugh to say: Poor kitty. That is a pretty funny visual however. But poor kitty.
j.e.
What's even more fun is when the fruit sits around on the ground fermenting, and then birds come along and injest it, and pretty soon you have drunk birds flying into your windows-so, more THUNKS!
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