Tuesday, December 20, 2005
this was too funny
byron recounted for me mini's meeting with his cat, stinky. it made me laugh out loud.
stinky is a fat kitty. he recently figured out he was feeding her rations for a 14-lb cat. thanks to the big rations, she almost IS.. but anyway.. in case you get confused: he actually only has one cat besides mini. think: synonyms. (i only point this out cos one of my friends got confused and thought he was a cat guy.)
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they dropped her off last night :)
She's so pretty and soft and fluffy, and LITTLE.
OMG, from the pics, I thought she was gonna be all, like.. big. like Stinky-sized when I first got her or something. But she's so tiny and skinny!
And the juxtaposition doesn't do Fatso any justice. Like.. wha. I knew Stinky was turning into a little fatty and all, but she's so gettin weight control formula next go-around. fat fat fat.
Anyway.. yeah.. Fluff's a little sweetie. :)
I brought her into the bedroom to meet Lard Cakes and they made it nose-to-nose all sniffing and investigating.. ears weren't back, hair wasn't raised.. I was thinking "ooo! they might not start off like assholes!"
and then the moaning and hissing began in earnest. and Mini? total instigator!
It's funny because like this morning, Fatass will walk by where La Flaca is sitting, and she'll stare and watch her, but then Mini starts the moaning and hissing first and eggs on Blubbergut.
So anyway.. I had her in bed last night and kept looking out my door to see Tons-Of-Fun sitting there staring and seriously my stomach just started to HURT. like, I felt sooo bad because I didn't want her to feel jealous or replaced, and I don't want her to turn into a mean old Smelly Cat just because there's a cuter little kitty now. So I set Lil' Punk up with a nice cushy fleece blanket on the recliner, and brought Garfield's bed back into my room so she could sleep with me, which she happily did. Nermel stayed in the living room.
For while I'm at work, I have it reversed. Kate Moss is locked in the bedroom, and Orson Wells has the rest of the house. I don't want them "socializing" without me there just yet. not until I can trust EITHER of them to not take a swipe at the other and start a full-on battle.
:)
also, in the next email, he referred to stinky as Pre-Stomach-Stapling-Carnie-Wilson, Goodyear, Wideload, Lunchbox, and Chunk. Good thing the kitty can't read or she'd get a complex. :D ¶ 6:22 PM
stinky is a fat kitty. he recently figured out he was feeding her rations for a 14-lb cat. thanks to the big rations, she almost IS.. but anyway.. in case you get confused: he actually only has one cat besides mini. think: synonyms. (i only point this out cos one of my friends got confused and thought he was a cat guy.)
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they dropped her off last night :)
She's so pretty and soft and fluffy, and LITTLE.
OMG, from the pics, I thought she was gonna be all, like.. big. like Stinky-sized when I first got her or something. But she's so tiny and skinny!
And the juxtaposition doesn't do Fatso any justice. Like.. wha. I knew Stinky was turning into a little fatty and all, but she's so gettin weight control formula next go-around. fat fat fat.
Anyway.. yeah.. Fluff's a little sweetie. :)
I brought her into the bedroom to meet Lard Cakes and they made it nose-to-nose all sniffing and investigating.. ears weren't back, hair wasn't raised.. I was thinking "ooo! they might not start off like assholes!"
and then the moaning and hissing began in earnest. and Mini? total instigator!
It's funny because like this morning, Fatass will walk by where La Flaca is sitting, and she'll stare and watch her, but then Mini starts the moaning and hissing first and eggs on Blubbergut.
So anyway.. I had her in bed last night and kept looking out my door to see Tons-Of-Fun sitting there staring and seriously my stomach just started to HURT. like, I felt sooo bad because I didn't want her to feel jealous or replaced, and I don't want her to turn into a mean old Smelly Cat just because there's a cuter little kitty now. So I set Lil' Punk up with a nice cushy fleece blanket on the recliner, and brought Garfield's bed back into my room so she could sleep with me, which she happily did. Nermel stayed in the living room.
For while I'm at work, I have it reversed. Kate Moss is locked in the bedroom, and Orson Wells has the rest of the house. I don't want them "socializing" without me there just yet. not until I can trust EITHER of them to not take a swipe at the other and start a full-on battle.
:)
also, in the next email, he referred to stinky as Pre-Stomach-Stapling-Carnie-Wilson, Goodyear, Wideload, Lunchbox, and Chunk. Good thing the kitty can't read or she'd get a complex. :D ¶ 6:22 PM
