cat(etc)blogging: July 2006 Archives
What do you call a whole bunch of cacti? A cacophony of cacti? A catastrophe of cacti? I need a word, cuz that’s what I’m dealing with all of a sudden. My friend Brian (the now sadly departed feline Leonard’s person) was given all these tiny, prickly things a while back as a gift, and he was tending them in his office. But it turns out that the windows in his high-tech Manhattan office building are too high-tech: they filter out some kind of UV light that the cacti need, and they were starting to get sickly. And his new cats, Leonard’s understudies, won’t tolerate plants in the house. So here they are, in a room with absolutely no UV shielding at all. I already have a bunch of cacti, so they should be right at home.
Dunno why I love cacti so much. Could be it’s that they feel no need to show off, like so many plants do, with their shiny leaves and their colorful flowers. There’s no “Ooo, look at me with my pretty blossoms!” with cacti. No, they are what they are, and you can just buzz off if you don’t like it.
Mrs. Kennedy simply adores my friend Meaghan. Meaghan got up from the couch, leaving her bag and her cat-attracting pheremones all over the furniture, and Mrs. Kennedy wasted no time in hopping into Meaghan’s seat and rubbing herself wild all over whatever it was that was so damn alluring. I’ve never seen a cat react to a person the way Mrs. Kennedy does to Meaghan -- it’s almost erotic, on the cat's part, I mean.
And then there’s these two lumps. A rare photograph of an atypical moment in which any two of my cats are within close proximity -- they just don’t like one another very much at all. But in this weather, all hot and sticky and too disgusting to move, it’s more bother than it’s worth to get all bothered about someone lying within your personal space when he shouldn’t be.
(Yes, those are Star Trek VHSes in the shelves above Sam's head. You know that bit in Pirates of the Caribbean when Johnny Depp is all, "Pirate!" as if you'd have to be an idiot to expect him to behave in any way other than piratey. Well, imagine me going, "Geek!")
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This is, in fact, my friend Sheila’s dog Skip. He’s a rat terrier, and he likes to have his belly rubbed, yes he does, who’s a gooboy? who’s a gooboy? Skip’s a gooboy, yes he is.
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