As a little girl, I always wanted a pony for Christmas. Santa never brought me a pony. So in my late 40s, I started taking horseback riding lessons. When I turned 50, I got my first horse, an Icelandic named Blessi (Veigar frá Búðardal). Little did I know how much fun life with an Icelandic was going to be. Blessi has a unique perspective on life. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoy Blessi. And you will probably read about my cats from time to time.
Freshstep Cat Litter is sponsoring a film festival called Catdance. At first I pooh-poohed the idea but I checked one submission, then another, and then another. One tale concerns the catalog order of bedroom furnishings that happens to include a cat. Then there is a 1950s training video for the felines who are considering including a human in their lives. Or what happens to a cat famous for his youtube videos but who can no longer pull in the viewership with his recent stuff. But I dare you watch "Dear Rocky"shown above without tearing up.
Below is probably my favorite--Meows in the Afternoon--a kind of Japanese, existential thriller on the feline life. It is a re-imaging of the 1940's movie "Meshes of the Afternoon."
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