Well, my three days in the Dive seem to have done nothing for my cats, but boy was it great for me to pretend I was neither crazy nor a cat lady for a short time.
Cat Status (heretofore known as Catus):
Pete: Still mustachioed. Still tipping the scales at >20 lbs. Would very much like to sniff Luca's butt, but she's rather uncooperative. Awkward!
Luca: Still furry. Still climbing to the highest possible perch she can find. Perhaps her reluctance to have Pete's mustache in the vicinity of her buttocks has something to do with the cut above her eye and a suspicious lack of fur in that area. Then again, maybe she got in a knife fight in Mexico. It's hard to say.
Stuart: Still one green eye and one blue. Curiouser and curiouser about our new houseguests. Not curious enough to approach them, however. He's a tidge sharper than Pete, and knows that "Curiousity killed the cat" is a saying for a REASON, people. However, he and Gracie are in the midst of a heated battle for the coveted under-the-bed territory.
Gracie: Still morbidly obese with a disproportionately tiny head. Also, a total bitch. She is not having any of this, and just to prove it she chased poor Stuart -- who, by the way, has at least 10 lbs. on her and lacks the belly-drag that slows his pursuer down -- all around the house. Well, not a house per se, but the 1.5 rooms of my apartment.
Stay tuned.
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A series of unfortunate events led to me being the proud caretaker of FOUR cats. In a studio apartment. Where I am not supposed to have even ONE cat. Plus, three out of four cats are, shall we say, chunky. So it's almost like having millions of cats. Great book, by the way. Especially if you're, like, five.
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I hope that some college student does a search for "cat-on-cat violence" and cites your blog as an information source. Did I ever tell you that my great aunt Pat was a cat lady? She was awesome. I will have to tell you about her sometime.
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