I stayed up until 5:30 last night (this morning?) I watched the shows I taped, (I soo love Six feet Under!) and then Cassavetes' Opening Night came on, so I had to watch it. Gena Rowlands is exquisite, always was, always will be. I adore her! I have a very personal connection to this film. I was about thirteen when I saw it, and of course since I had always wanted to be an actress, I watched it something like seven times. I've told this story before so I'll be brief, but basically I wound up meeting Cassavetes when my friend and I went upstairs to see if we could get a copy of the poster. He was wonderful and nice and crazy. There were midget gypsies dancing on the tables, someone played a violin, Cassavetes sang. It was wild and strange and an amazing experience. I never got the poster, but his assistant Igor stalked me for about ten years or so. He kept leading me on, promising me a role in a Cassavetes film, yeah right, he just wanted to screw me. I knew that, but I had dinner with him in Westwood anyway just for fun and because he promised me a signed copy of that damned poster. Of course he didn't bring it and I blew him off after that. I've had so many weird experiences like that. I guess you kind of can't help it when you grow up in Bel Air and are a major movie addict.
I decided I'd better be fair to the kitties and put up some of their pics as well. I have this cabinet in the upstairs hallway where the Cornish Rex gang and the Sphinxes like to hang out. Its so cute how they all pile in together. I had just woken them up when I took this picture which is why they all look so groggy. You can just see Kit Kat sneaking on to snuggle. That's his Mom Ala in the center. Her half brother Harry is next to her and her Dad Niki is buried under everyone. Mouse and Leelu are brother and sister. Piggy's Mom isn't in this picture.
Okay this is kind of an ugly picture of my bed with the kittens and their moms. Usually I have pillows and things at the back by the chalkboard and it looks prettier, but Twinkle has taken to peeing on my pillows so I have to kind of bunch them up under the covers so he'll leave them alone. It's kind of hard to see but there's a bag on the bed and Mini Harina (she looks like Harry, so the kids named her that) sat down and he overgrown kittens came up to nurse. Curly who is a little black cat on the right looking up at something is the one I showed you guys ages ago, when he was sitting on my keyboard. He's a sweetheart, he likes to kiss me a lot but then he tries to nurse on my nose, which I don't like too much.
Here's Little Guy who almost didn't make it because he was so sickly when he was little. His Mom, Leelu, decided he wasn't worth keeping and kept tossing him out. He would cry sooo loudly, he had such a will to live, so we fed him by hand and worked so hard to save the little tiny bit of site he has left in one eye. The vets wanted to take his eyes out but I wouldn't let them. He's feisty and funny and friendly, he gets around fine. Lui is next to him, we got Lui when we were in Hawaii. He came from Canada. We named him after this wonderful old yukelele (sp?) player we fell in love with. My buddies Twinkle and Sparkle, Scott calls them the Kle Brothers, are on the right. They are verry shy Oriental Shorthairs and I f%^&$*& adore them!