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A seasonal tip for everyone. Staring downward, instead of eyes front, when out walking, can lead to a lot worse than bruising your head on a lamppost, and feeling very stupid. Even worse than being chortled at by unsympathetic passers-by. Take it from an expert.
Cat’s bottoms, for a start. The more you look downwards, the more you keep seeing them. They lift up their tails just as soon as they get in front of you, which they always manage to do somehow, however fast you try to walk. I can’t help thinking it’s their way of mooning at every human being on the planet. And, as anyone who has emptied a cat litter can testify, cat’s bottoms, though extremely productive, are one of the least appealing aspects of cats. Partly because it’s so runny, cat shit is the most disgusting substance in the entire universe. And beyond.
In the 1980s I had several friends who kept cats’ litters in the their kitchens. I could never get my head round the idea. In the same way they would’ve never been able to get their heads round one of their visitors shitting on a copy of The Times covered with gravel in a plastic tray next to the cooker in the kitchen. In the kitchen, for chrissakes! On The Times, maybe. But in the kitchen, never. For health reasons. Though I suppose it could’ve been some sort of fashion statement.
Once I popped round two a couple I knew when they were cooking beef stroganoff on a stove next to the cat litter while the cat was crouched over doing its business. The smell of the combination was so overwhelming I vomited all over the sherry trifle. It wasn’t completely wasted, as they fed it to the cat. The cat got so pissed on the sherry it got stuck in the cat flap. Oh, how we laughed that night.
So why is watching cats lick their bottoms so hypnotic? While deeply disgusting, at the same time, the sheer elegance with which they carry out the unhygenic and unseemly practice is breathtaking. If humans could do it like that, it’d become an Olympic sport, like formation swimming, or that jumping about on a big mat thing they do with hoops round their ankles.
Cats’ bottoms definitely have something very unsavoury about them considering they’re so little. But then, examined at the closest of quarters, I suppose most bottoms are a bit on the unsavoury side. Not that I’ve done anything like that, of course. I wouldn’t. Except in the cause of journalistic research. Getting close to camels’ bums is very inadvisable. So, a friend told me. He had a friend who knew someone. Not that close a friend. More like someone I once met. It was long time ago. I can hardly remember anything about it now.
Almost completely forgot what I ranting on about then. Bumholes, that was it. They aren’t so different so as you can recognise people you know from them. At least, I wouldn’t think. I mean you’d have to be exceedingly familiar with the people you know for that to be the case. Though I suspect the police might be able to recognise criminals from their bumholes. For no other reason than each one leaves its own unique print like a finger print, but not so finger lickin’ good. Mind you, when you think of where some fingers have been…probably best not to. Especially, if you’re just about to tuck into your dinner.
To be perfectly honest – though, for the life of me, I don’t know how you can be imperfectly honest – off-hand I can’t think of an example of a crime being solved on the evidence of a bum print. But I’m sure there must be one. At the very least. You can look it up on Wikipedia, and leave a comment. There’s little doubt in my mind, even if our children don’t, our children’s children may be lucky enough to see the time when bum print technology is as widely known as DNA for solving crimes of the future people haven’t even invented yet. I bet you the NSA are gathering information on bumholes wherever they can. Their files are probably full of pictures of people’s bumholes. The crimes of the future are the profits of tomorrow, so why not commit them today? As a banker might say.
Thinking about it, perhaps the most unsavoury bottoms of all are old chimps’ bottoms, which look as though they’ve been turned inside out and left in the sun to dry. Baboon’s bottoms can turn my stomach too. And looking at elephant’s bums even from a distance is like having old men’s bums pushed in your face. Well, like one could imagine it might be to have one pushed in one’s face.
Have you noticed how many wild life documentaries spend a hell of a lot of time focussing on animals’ bums? Or is it just me? Well, I haven’t noticed, in fact. So you might want to think about that. It could say a lot about you.
Anyway, that’s my tip for today. Remember, when out walking make sure it’s eyes front each time and every time. Toodle-pip till Boxing Day.
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What a delightful work of highbrow literature for my Saturday afternoon. Litter box in the kitchen…good heavens. But you got your revenge. I once had a colleague who had a face that looked like a baboon’s ass.
When the good Lord made the alimentary tract he had not progressed much further than basic design of tube with hole at each end – but its the conversion from input to output that really stinks! Anyway, you’ve had a good old ramble round the topic of bottoms! chimps in zoos do disgusting things with theirs but bad ass baboons are the worst.
I well remember a school trip to Twycross Zoo many years ago. The famous Brooke Bond tea chimps lived there.
One cheeky, little chimp had learned to roll a car tyre round the cage in which he was jailed, apparently to amuse the spectators.
But no, he had an entirely different motive. At the back of the cage, he’d cunningly pick up a piece of chimp shit and conceal it in his palm. Pretending he was enjoying being observed, he’d scamper gaily towards the bars with his tyre. Once he was almost there, he’d throw the piece of shit at the onlookers, only to watch them scamper about to avoid it. Who says chimps don’t have a highly developed sense of humour?
It’s absolutely true.
This was very amusing, Bryan 🙂
You’re so right how they lift their tail/moon you when you they’re ahead of you! And vomitting on the sherry trifle made me laugh! Man I love the way you ramble. Great stuff, Bryan.
I find that red bottomed baboon bum frightening, just by the way.
Not until Boxing Day? Are you going on a holiday or what? (just wondering…)