After a time, you develop a relationship with the cats who dare trespass upon your yard. Most famous of the trespassers in my yard was Tom, whom some of you may remember from the back and forth notes in the Advice column. I ran his ugly mug away because we haven't seen him around. Foodslave won't let Typing Slave put any more catfood on the porch for fear it will lure another pregnant Interloper who takes up residence and whelps a litter of rats which then have to be distributed or cared for.Sometimes Foodslave has more sense than Typing Slave. I don't want any more cats in this house. Our outside this house. Just the thought of it really annoys me.
Typing Slave tried to get a shot of this one cat that lurks on our back porch and torments me, but it ran away like the uncultured feline it obviously is. And uuuuugly! It's got this brown tabby face with a dirty white body and inconsistent brown tabby seal point markings. I am so much more beautiful, it almost pains me to glare at it with with great ire in my heart as I threaten to break the glass, jump through, and whoop its butt.
And one day I will.
MK
2 comments:
Horrible. Just horrible. We had a geriatric cat next door who had diarrhea all over the place. The wretched thing would slither into our house through the cat door (my door!) and steal food.
I put up with him because he was a sick old cat. This one looks hale and hearty. Probably got that way through lying and cheating all his life.
whenever I see a stray cat that I think is ugly my human always reminds me that not everyone is lucky enough to be as beautiful as I am, or as you are, or as Big D is.
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