I normally like cats. I have no problem with either their arrogance, their aloofness, or their hedonism. I feel that I sort of relate to these traits…
However, I definitely feel that naming a cat after a god is trouble. An already insolent creature, to give them ideas so far above their station (in this case, naming her after a bloody god of death and reincarnation) is pure folly. Quetzcoatl was very cute the first night we stayed in Cary. We came home from a show in Raleigh at the Southend Brewery very, very hungry. We scrounged for omelette materials and really enjoyed this little grey and white beast who wanted to speak to us, and be friends with us, and Love us. Heather communicated with her in her own tongue and Quetzy discovered my fingernails and I became her favourite.
No real mishaps the first night except the discovery that this is a digging cat. She finds the blankets at toe level and burrows up. I find this unacceptable because she likes to poke at any exposed flesh on the way up with any little claws she has free at the time… In the bathroom the next day I looked like I’d been climbed.
Thursday night we played out in Greenville, NC. I’ve got to thank Someone’s Sister for hooking us up with this gig, and also for sending us some of their friends. It was a good room, but it would’ve been a pretty empty room without them – though it led to some discomfort –
After a large number of women enter and very clearly seat themselves up front to watch the show, you know they’re here to see you… but are they there because of an article in the paper? Are the regulars? Or are they all fans of a particular female band with a strong lesbian following? It really looks like the latter, but it’s always awkward to ask… The show went really, really well. We sold a lot of CDs and had a good time, and though the majority of the audience didn’t make it through the break (mass dinner plans), the couple of people who DID stick all the way through were very, very cool.
But then I came home to our little god of death.
She demanded sacrifice in the form of affection and Love, and we demanded rest. After winding down with “the Producers”, I collapsed onto my little couch and found myself a little too wound-up to sleep. I visualized website changes and the new album cover and lots of visual things. I ran my head over the gig and what went wrong and why I was so nervous. I – I was broken from my vague attempt at falling asleep by the most hideous yowling I’ve heard in my Life.
Quetz had found the ENEMY outside the doors and was warning it off. Another cat. Quetz got a pillow assault for her trouble, but it was the beginning of the end for sleep for me. The beast returned time and time again, and I was still awake at 8.30am the next morning cursing and full of a LOT of venom for this creature. It was pretty much the beginning of the end of my Love affair with the little mammal.
She’s trying to climb on me now.
It is unacceptable.
She receives Love on MY schedule. Learn little cat, learn.
Last night we played the Pheasant Creek Coffeehouse in Apex, NC…. more on that later…
