childhood memories

She was the only child and she made her own fun. There was a cat. It used to eat yarn.

Once it came out of his bottom, and we had to pull it through.

Another time Björk wanted to know whether the cat could fly, so she threw it out the window. It couldn’t.

It wasn’t meant in a mean way. I really felt sorry for him because he couldn’t follow the birds.

Details, july 1994