A bit about the cat
2005-03-08 - 12:11 a.m.
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My cat sat and shivered in my lap at the vetrinarian's office. 2 dogs lurked about. A grey cat lounged on the desk by the vet's assistants.
Boo clung to me, paws over my shoulder like a baby and shook all over.
"Let's see how much he weighs," the vet's assistant asked.
17 pounds.
I took him into the examining room. The vet looked him over, gave him a shot. Boo didn't cotton to the vet, but didn't resist him. I think the vet noticed, because at the end of the visit, he got in Boo's face, trying to be cute, which Boo didn't like. I can't say I blame him. I wouldn't like it either.
Especially if some fat, balding guy with a dick broom over his upper lip got in my face after fingering my ass. Actually, I think I might get pissed.
Okay, I don't think he fingered Boo's ass that time. The first time I brought him in, he did. Boo didn't really seem to mind.
I asked the vet if boo was overweight.
"No, no, no." he said, "If he were a normal sized cat, I'd say he's about 8-10 pounds overweight. But with his frame, he's just right. Cut back a little, because he's a house cat, but otherwise, no."
I looked at Boo. He was uncomfortable, and clearly out of his element.
"He looks like he has some Mang-Kuun Cat in him." the vet said.
Immediately my mind was filled with visions of a cat from the 14th Ling Dynasty, a cat specially bred for the emperor, to sit in his lap and keep his entire lap warm while he subjugated the Tibetan rebellion. An exotic cat, with a long lineage, hearkening back centuries.
Nope. Swing and a miss, there, quasimodo.
"Mang-kuun Cat?" I asked.
"Yeah. Maine Coon cat. It was a local wild cat they domesticated, from the Northeast, around Maine."
Oh. Right.
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A few days ago I was by the clothes washer, naked except for white tube socks, putting a garbage bag into the trash can, to line it. The cat was with me.
I unfurled the black garbage bag with a snap, and looked at the kitty.
"Free ride ends today,cat." I said in a low, gravelly, drawl, looking at the feline.
Boo trotted out of the room immediately.
I had to laugh.
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