William suggested I pick up a book that William S. Burroughs wrote on his relationship with cats, titled The Cat Inside. How could I possible not? Weirdo beats and cats are two of my favorite things. The book is mostly filled with anecdotes and dreams about cats in his life. The cat is the human's psychic companion, so he says, though there is no mention supposed nobility of finding a hairball in your sneaker as you are about to put it on.
A cat’s rage is beautiful, burning with a pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eye blazing and sputtering. But a dog’s snarl is ugly... When you see that snarl you are looking at something that has no face of its own. A dog’s rage is not his. It is dictated by his trainer. And lynch-mob rage is dictated by conditioning.
According to Burroughs, foxes are akin to cats though biology says otherwise.
