When I was very little, my Aunt Anne gifted me with the soundtrack to Disney’s “Alice in Wonderland.” One of my favorite songs on this LP painted a grand vision of the world as I had thought it should be.
“Cats and Rabbits would reside in fancy little houses
And be dressed in shoes and hats and trousers,
In a world of my own.”
The sheer ridiculousness of it still appeals to me. I doubt Q would agree. The loss of machismo brought on by wearing trousers...the thought is just too humiliating! Just now my macho cat is stretched out in the (too tall) grass out back, intently eyeing a grazing rabbit. The rabbit is keeping one eye on me, and seems oblivious to the great orange hunter belly-creeping toward him. I’m waving my arms and yelling, “No, Q!” and “Shoo, bunny!” but neither one is following orders. I can only hope the rabbit moves at warp speed, because I really don’t want to visit the vet today.
While I’m flailing and hollering, I am picturing these two creatures outfitted like Beatrice Potter characters, rolling around brawling in the grass like schoolboys and retreating to tiny thatched-roof cottages. Time for tea with the Mad Hatter.
“There’d be new birds,
Lots of nice and friendly how-de-do birds.
Everyone would own a dozen bluebirds…”
“Hey Q, lunch is here! Blue (bird) plate special. Go get ‘im, boy!” I’m sure Disney didn’t give a moment’s thought to the flying fur and feathers in this fairy-tale world.
Or perhaps he did, and that is the reason for the Cheshire cat’s enigmatic grin? Whereas Q must sneak up on and outrun his prey, Chessie simply knocked on little doors and invited himself to lunch.
I’m thinking even the mighty Q would wear a hat and trousers for a sweet deal like that.
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