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...Vote For Your Favorite Wench... Monday, 2. September 2002
mld, September 2, 2002 at 10:08:00 AM CESTThe Munchkins So, I wedged myself back in the corner, and peeked over the top of the urn, to see not only Lo! but also Behold! Two kitties and a kitty nose! A black one... that I have in my mind, named "Sambo." The white one I think of as "Ivory." (As in Ivory Snow, the soap) The third kitty was only first seen as a nose. But when he heard he commotion, he had to jump up and see what the deal was. Doesn't he look sweet? Don't be fooled. As it turns out, he is both the boldest and bravest of the munchkins. While the other two cowered behind the urn, he came out to see what I was all about... And he bowed up, hissed and spit like a lttle tiger when I tried to get a closeup pic. So, I named him "El Tigre, " the Tiger. That was about a week ago. Since then, they've grown a bit, and I've put some kitty chow out for them, which they seem to like, even though I still catch them nursing. I've even picked up Sambo and Ivory a few times, bribing them with chow, but the Tiger still stands off. Before too much longer, they're going to need homes. CG is deathly allergic to cats, so we can't keep them, unless we keep them as free-range, outdoor, capitalist entrepreneurial kinda cats. Or, I could take them out to Opa's barn, where they could live a free life, but that's leaving them, to mix my authors, prey to "nature red in tooth and claw," to a life that has proven to be one of "continual fear and danger of violent death; and a "poor, nasty, brutish, and short" Hobbesian life. None of his barn cats has lived more than two or three years, that I know of. Too many coyotes in the area. ... Link (4 comments) ... Comment mld, September 2, 2002 at 7:56:00 AM CEST MamaKat So naturally he started bringing over his girlfriend, a feral Siamese mix, just as wacky, skittish, and mean a cat as you'd ever meet. She's a cross-eyed cat. She hisses at me and hides behind the urn when I try to talk to her. She'll not let me closer than about ten feet. ... Link (0 comments) ... Comment mld, September 2, 2002 at 7:15:00 AM CEST The Guardian There is an humongous urn that gives them a place to hide where no dogs or humans can get them. And on top of the urn is a bighorn sheep skull... In the daytime it just looks normal... But in the evening it starts to glow... It's a magic skull, loaded with juju by a Nawlins' witchywoman, garan-dam-teed to keep intruders away, and any creature on the patio safe from harm. ... Link (0 comments) ... Comment |
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