Almost Daily Cat Haiku

There is a piece of cat hair stuck in my eye. It has been there for an excruciating length of time. I have splashed water into my face multiple times. I have drained about half a bottle of Visine® into it. I watched the first eleven minutes of ‘Up’ on repeat until I ran out of tears to flush this stubborn bit of fur out of my god stomping eyeball. But it persists. I have begun to doubt the simplicity of this situation. This is cannot be just cat fur in my eye. There is something sinister at work here. Only one explanation can rationally be deduced. My government issued microchip has been activated, and I am becoming a cyborg.

I do not know to what extent this transformation will proceed. For the moment it seems localized to the portside ocular orifice. This does, at least, permit me to retain my seated status, for which Bruni is thankful.

I also do not know what new capabilities this portion of my robotualization will imbue. Perhaps a telephoto zoom. Or spectral analysis. X-ray vision. Laser beams. There are many exciting possibilities. Eh…. who am I kidding, it’s probably just advertising space.

I need to cut this blurble short in order to attend to some Cat Haiku Administrative work.  If you care not for the tedium of clerical toils, you may leave now and carry on your day as you se fit. For all others, in the interest of full disclosure:

Today’s Haiku, more specifically the picture that hosts it, features digital manipulation that may or may not constitute ‘AI creation’. An editing tool was used to remove an item in the background and replace it with an appropriate filler.

I am selective in what photos I Haiku, I have criteria to which each picture must adhere. Among my many unwritten rules of publication, I try to avoid obvious human incursions. I frequently crop the pictures to eliminate an offending arm or forehead or whathaveyou, but sometimes proximities prevent such edits. When a picture cannot be sanitized to my liking, the picture is not Haikued and is discarded. In this case, Mr. Bruni’s face was entirely too perfect to discard the photo, and the moment fleeting enough to where retakes were not an option.  As such, drastic measures were employed.

I don’t believe this subtracts from the authentic creativity otherwise presented, but I nonetheless felt this technological reliance should be revealed and explained.

Thank you for your attention in this matter.