Everything is rubbish
Rubbish made pumpkin made cat
Found a pumpkin.
It was in one of the many bags of scraps.
The pumpkin too is made of scraps.
A long long time ago in a different timeline faraway but the same universe, I had to make a pumpkin.
Had to, because I told myself. My old reluctant conformist self thought a pumpkin is what people wanted to make for Halloween or fall or whatever that time I thought was pumpkin time.
It was for the now-defunct noisytuttuesday which was a weekly sped up video of 10 min craft using clothes people no longer wear and can’t donate.
Or what I simply call rubbish.
I don’t throw stuff away, almost never, a problem that perhaps need intervention, but another day please thank you.
But but but rubbish isn’t rubbish. I won’t go so far to claim rubbish is treasure.
Real pumpkin the vegetable is material to steam and grill. Eavesdropping on the train is material for writing. Rubbish cloth is material.
To the pumpkin I attached scrunched and stitched up ball of rubbish scraps and then a broom of woven frays.
Magic is due.
I declared it a cat, and a cat it became!
She is watchful like a Kasey, but her fellow beakies with no mouths can’t quite get her name right.
Kayshee she became.
Wait.
Meowin, unlike his usual self, volunteered to will summarise the above for you:
Listen up, you will only have the honour of my meowsplaining only once
Everything is rubbish
Nothing is rubbish
Kayshee is a rubbish made pumpkin attached to more rubbish made into a cat by willing her soul alive
She demands claws for self defence if she was ever called rubbish
Kayshee is fantastic, now get her out of my hair
Adopt her, message us
Out,
Beakies & Marn