Danke für die Besprechung. Diese kurze Geschichte hat mir auch sehr gefallen. The Hag schreibt wirklich gut und treffend. Ohne dick aufzutragen, gibt sie uns Einblicke in die Beziehung der beiden.
Meine Highlights:
Bodies POV:
"Well..." Bodie gazed vaguely around the garden centre. "He likes growing stuff. I thought..." "Garden or windowsill?" "Garden...but they're shifting him again any minute. One reason he's a bit stroppy--gets fond of his gardens and..."
Doyles POV:
Doyle laughed ruefully. "Not really used to it yet, being-- He's--I keep expecting him to be off with a bird, you know? And he doesn't. Looks at them, but doesn't. Close on a year now..."
Moggy's POV, besonders witzig und so treffend beschrieben, dass wir alles problemlos in Menschensprache übersetzen können:
Then there were pieces of lovely coarse fabric stretched taut on wooden frames. She wasn't supposed to clean her claws on them when they rested against the wall. He would set one up on the three-legged contraption when the Other One was away and dab at it with soft-ended sticks dipped in repulsive-smelling blobs. "Think it looks like him?" he had asked a couple of times, showing her a stiff, shiny paper he kept close by. Moggy wasn't good at two dimensions but she had sniffed at it politely. She gathered it had something to do with the Other One. Rrrraaaayyy worked on him as well, and he made all kinds of interesting noises that seemed to please Rrrraaaayyy even more than the racket he got out of the wheeled thing. The Other One could sometimes be cajoled into rendering her boneless with those big strong forepaws. He removed Rrrraaaayyy's bones too, stroking and thoroughly grooming him. Moggy could never persuade him to give her a wash. --- The den had been redolent of the muskiness of human toms rutting, and the wetness that popped up on their skin, and the faint nothing-scent of the stuff in the blue and white tube. She had tried it once when the cap had been off--not as good as the minty foam people ate from the little mouth sticks but better than the bubble-lumps they rubbed on themselves under the big waterfall and in the floor and wall ponds. The Other One had something for his face when he scraped the fur off, but she hadn't had a chance to try it yet. Rrrraaaayyy preferred the mysterious box that gave forth a menacing buzz: she slapped that when she could reach it just to discourage it from getting any ideas.
Unglaublich gut auch die Szene, in der Moggy Rrrraaaayyy die lebende Maus in den Mund fallen lässt: She shouldn't have rushed him. After the first outraged yowl he'd gone skittering off to the water room making furball noises. The Other One had rolled on the bed, clutching his belly and uttering the raucous clamour that betokened extreme enjoyment but usually led to trouble if only one of them was doing it. She'd lost track of the mouse in the confusion.
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Date: 2014-05-04 02:52 pm (UTC)Meine Highlights:
Bodies POV:
"Well..." Bodie gazed vaguely around the garden centre. "He likes growing stuff. I thought..."
"Garden or windowsill?"
"Garden...but they're shifting him again any minute. One reason he's a bit stroppy--gets fond of his gardens and..."
Doyles POV:
Doyle laughed ruefully. "Not really used to it yet, being-- He's--I keep expecting him to be off with a bird, you know? And he doesn't. Looks at them, but doesn't. Close on a year now..."
Moggy's POV, besonders witzig und so treffend beschrieben, dass wir alles problemlos in Menschensprache übersetzen können:
Then there were pieces of lovely coarse fabric stretched taut on wooden frames. She wasn't supposed to clean her claws on them when they rested against the wall. He would set one up on the three-legged contraption when the Other One was away and dab at it with soft-ended sticks dipped in repulsive-smelling blobs. "Think it looks like him?" he had asked a couple of times, showing her a stiff, shiny paper he kept close by.
Moggy wasn't good at two dimensions but she had sniffed at it politely. She gathered it had something to do with the Other One. Rrrraaaayyy worked on him as well, and he made all kinds of interesting noises that seemed to please Rrrraaaayyy even more than the racket he got out of the wheeled thing.
The Other One could sometimes be cajoled into rendering her boneless with those big strong forepaws. He removed Rrrraaaayyy's bones too, stroking and thoroughly grooming him. Moggy could never persuade him to give her a wash.
---
The den had been redolent of the muskiness of human toms rutting, and the wetness that popped up on their skin, and the faint nothing-scent of the stuff in the blue and white tube. She had tried it once when the cap had been off--not as good as the minty foam people ate from the little mouth sticks but better than the bubble-lumps they rubbed on themselves under the big waterfall and in the floor and wall ponds. The Other One had something for his face when he scraped the fur off, but she hadn't had a chance to try it yet. Rrrraaaayyy preferred the mysterious box that gave forth a menacing buzz: she slapped that when she could reach it just to discourage it from getting any ideas.
Unglaublich gut auch die Szene, in der Moggy Rrrraaaayyy die lebende Maus in den Mund fallen lässt:
She shouldn't have rushed him. After the first outraged yowl he'd gone skittering off to the water room making furball noises. The Other One had rolled on the bed, clutching his belly and uttering the raucous clamour that betokened extreme enjoyment but usually led to trouble if only one of them was doing it. She'd lost track of the mouse in the confusion.