Listening to Marcel Duchamp

Today I pooed, and He cleaned after me.



Here am I next to today's New York Times -- A proof that I am alive and well:



He came in at 15.26 and I was rather happy to see Him, so I lost even more hair than usual and purred like crazy.

He listened to some music by Steve Reich and John Adams, notably the First and Second Movements from Grand Pianola Music. I went bonkers for no reason when He listened to Music for Pieces of Wood by Steve Reich!

I still do not understand what happened to me. I think I prefer his Music for Marcel Duchamp:



It was very much fun, we played a lot on the sofa and on the Meadows chair. He read quite a lot also, He took three books from the bedroom: Donald MacKenzie (Statistics… He seemed interested by the chapter on R. A. Fisher), David Bloor (Wittgenstein. A Social…) and Michel Foucault (Society Must…).

I like Michel too:



I spent some time going from room to room, I think the noise in the staircase was bothering me. I look very much like an Egyptian cat when I just stand there without moving, listening to Steve Reich.

I do feel like a Prince sometimes.