4 commenti su “Christopher Walken”

1. Ma perchè?!? Mi sono perso qualche cosa/film??? Qual è il nesso Walken <-> gatto?

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   • Sai Fede che sinceramente sfugge anche a me il nesso “ufficiale”?
     Dico “ufficiale” perchè “non ufficialmente”, in rete si trovano diverse dichiarazioni di Walken che professa il suo amore per i gatti (un esempio? “I like cats a lot. I’ve always liked cats. They’re great company. When they eat, they always leave a little bit at the bottom of the bowl. A dog will polish the bowl, but a cat always leaves a little bit. It’s like an offering.”)…
     Anche la pagina di wikipedia, nella sezione “vita privata”, riporta il nome del suo gatto Bowtie; pensa che viene riportato anche il nome del gatto che aveva in precedenza (Flapjack)! 😉
     Un video che ha molto apprezzato e che parla di un gatto è questo:
     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q34z5dCmC4M

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2. Ho apprezzato anch’io 😉
   Beh, adesso mi hai stimolato assai…urgono maggiori foto di Christopher con gatti…

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3. K.I.S.S. Guide to Cat Care

   Foreword by Christopher Walken

   IT SEEMS TO me that we humans sometimes forget that we are animals too; in the best sense – the pure sense of the forest where our first memories were made. And there are as many kinds of us as there are of them: solitary, gregarious, monogamous; the beach master with his harem; those who meet once and move on; the hunters; the vegetarians.

   We have domesticated many animals, but cats seem to have retained a sense of the forest. Their cleanliness is famous. They have grace in so many ways. From the tintinnabulation of their walk, to the way they tend to leave a small amount of food in the bottom of their bowl in what looks to me like an offering. Their self assurance and ability to articulate their needs to us with such clarity and insistence. They pose for us as naturally as Garbo because they are entitled to.

   When it comes to dogs, size does not matter. Cats are fearless. They are fierce and nice – a wonderful combination of qualities. I can think of no other familiar animal with such natural confidence. And self confidence sounds like self awareness. These things combined with inquisitiveness and communication skills suggest genuine intelligence. They seem to possess an independent mind. And what about that purr? No one knows the mechanism of it. It is a mysterious as human laughter.

   I’ve heard that the symbol we use to signify a question (?) is, in origin, an Egyptian hieroglyph that represents a cat as seen from behind. I wonder if the Egyptians were expressing suspicion or an inquiring mind…or something else?

   I had a cat who lived a long time. Long enough to enjoy a number of places my wife and I had lived in, finally settling in the country, where he hunted, played, groomed, slept, ate. Then it came time to die. He grew very thin and fragile over the course of a few months. He kept his chin up, but it was sad to see the good nature of his spirit struggling. I work at home a lot, often in the kitchen, which has a large window looking out over a long driveway full of trees. One morning, having coffee, I felt a familiar bump against my leg. My old cat was looking at me in a powerful way. I rubbed him for a while. He purred. He drooled. I got up and gave him what he wanted, and then I let him outside and went back to my coffee. For the next ten minutes I watched him creak his way down the long driveway. He was almost out of sight when my wife walked into the room. “Look,” I said to her. “Isn’t it wonderful? He knows it’s time to die. He said goodbye and now he’s back off to the woods to be by himself, listen to the birds and the wind, and go to sleep. Nature is so pragmatic, so amazing….”

   My wife took a long look at him, then at me. She went to the front door, flung it open, and yelled, “Pookie, get back in here.” My ancient cat stopped in his creaky tracks, looking exactly like a question mark from my angle (though in my mind’s eye I could see his face). He looked confused, then suddenly determined, energized, victorious. He bumpily made a 180-degree turn and headed back toward the house. My wife waited out the whole journey, standing at the open door. He reached the stairs, and, with a sudden burst of youth, mounted them and ran into the house. He placed himself in the middle of the living room rug, which seemed odd since he had a favorite chair. He cleaned himself for a while and took a nap.

   He was up and down that day a few times for a bite of turkey baby food and a drink from his bowl. Later, a demand to be rubbed; then back to his nap in the middle of the rug. My wife and I kept him company as we watched TV, then we left him there and went to bed. The next morning, he was dead; as if he’d said, “That was good. I was brave. Time to go….See you again???”

   He had spent his last days hunting, playing, grooming, sleeping, eating – being a cat, being happy. What more can we want from our feline friends?

   CHRISTOPHER WALKEN
   Feb 2001
   NYC, USA

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