Sunday, 30 April 2000
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I opened my mouth to indicate, for general observation, the repulsively cute position our (self-proclaimed) alpha cat Fred had assumed on the back of the sofa when I felt---through the sole of my bared foot---the cold, wet, squishy yuck that is a pile of cat vomit.
As I stood there with my eyes producing pleasures immediately squelched by the sensations slithering up my leg, I reflected that it is rare for me to directly perceive the conflicted essence of domestic bliss with such force...
...and that I was grateful for that fact.
This is The grotesque and the sublime <http://monkeyfist.com/articles/486>