Early March: My daughter takes me shopping for a new cat after mine passes away. I have cried less over men.
We have an appointment to see Una and Harry at the Spay Nation shelter. Una’s called that because she has one eye and only bunks with Harry, a big black tom. Harry can’t go to pet adoption day because he likes to fight the dogs. They are feline bikers.
Lafayette holds its monthly ArtWalk. Rosanne Cash is appearing at the Acadiana Center for the Arts and this draws a larger than usual crowd, including a couple of members from the Iberia Performing Arts League– Sir Boors and King Arthur of Monty Python’s Spamalot. Sir Boor’s duct tape helmet is a nice touch. Everyone wants a phone photo with them. King Arthur kisses the ladies’ hands. No one much cares about Rosanne.
In the grand gallery, FaceTime debuts, an exploration of portraiture. There is a video of a woman with band-aids covering her face, which she takes eons to remove and two male mannequins in white rabbit suits sitting on the floor.
I love society.