I’m sorry to say that today we’re leaving the house we’ve been living in for the last three months. The reason I am most regretful is because this house seems to be a magnet for fantastic felines. If this was an episode of The Golden Girls, this would be the part where you’d hear dreamy harp-ish music and all those bejeweled ladies would gaze off into the nearby distance and one would say, “it’s like that time….”
Cue cheerful montage of past events.
Sadly, this is not an episode of das Golden Girls, and so instead of montaging all the awesome cats I’ve seen since living here, you can just sort through the blog archives. Today has only room for some new cats. Which also happen to be old.
On the final day of my relatives’ recent visit, we paid a visit to the Otago Museum, an institution which thought of girls like me when they were designing the layout of the galleries– capping the the whole building with a large room called The Animal Attic.
Anyways, the Animal Attic is rife with relatively poorly-stuffed giant cats. As a dedicated cat-blogger, I felt it was my sincere duty to document these for you. Enjoy.
Visiting the Animal Attic, I reflected on my long-time semi-latent interest in taxidermy. My only real experience is with mealy worms, and that gooey episode taught me that it’s not so much the process that interests me, but the sort of weird and gross way the animals look when you’re done. Maybe I should be a collector. We saw a truly horrible stuffed baby deer in a second hand store yesterday, one that was too gruesome to look upon. I need to get myself some of those things.
One of the nice things about being a photographer, I’ve found, is that you are more able to collect weird things by writing them off as “props”.