Jeni commented in the previous post…On another note. I can’t believe you have a cat. I feel like this is the first time you’ve mentioned it and that cat must have a lot of resentment. That would be like me having a dog I never mentioned. It’s like the cat doesn’t even count.
I’ve never really mentioned Girl (Creative name, yes? Sweety named her.) because I just don’t have a lot to do with her. Sweety said she showed up in his yard about 16 years ago and he had her spayed and kept feeding her.
She’s weird. When I first moved here, I vigorously tried to get her to be an inside cat by leaving the garage door open but she would have none of that. She’s an outside cat 100%. Once in a blue moon, she’ll come in when I’m bringing laundry in from the garage but she runs back into the garage as soon as I turn around. Or when it’s cooler and I’m in the the kitchen, I’ll leave the garage door open and she’ll come in but no more than just a couple of feet inside the door.
She’s picky about being petted. It can only be done when she feels like it. It happens about once a week. Sometimes I try to pet her and she runs away and sometimes she’ll grace me with her presence for a few minutes. She’s been getting wet food to eat for the past couple of weeks. I figured her days are numbered and she should at least get something to eat that she goes bonkers over.
You know what I’ve discovered she likes the best? Canned dog food. She gobbles that shit up whereas if it’s canned cat food, it may sit out all day til I toss it. Stinky and Tiny aren’t too pleased with this but they’ll get over it. Wait, do you think she’s expressing a preference for their food on purpose? To piss them off?
This is the best photo I’ve managed to take of her. She’s camera shy.
And this?
This is H0t P0cket. He has a “real” name but I started calling him that 7 years ago when he lost his leg. The stump reminds me of one of those frozen dinner pockets. He’s the one I called a 3 legged bastard. I realized today though that he is not one of the offending cats that’s pissing up the place. The neighbors have a whole crew of young, spry, asshole cats and it’s them.
He’s spending the night in our garage tonight. He’s been hanging out in there all day and it’s too late for me to bother the neighbors by bringing him home so he got some wet food along with Girl for dinner.
I’ve always had a soft spot for HP because of how far he’s fallen in life. One minute, you’re a fat orange cat…loving life…sleeping under your owner’s car…and the next? BAM! You are fuckity-fucked up with one appendage gone and you can’t scratch your own ears anymore so they swell up like sopapillas and then they get all shriveled and crunchy.
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This brings up a lot of thoughts and feelings, so I’m just gonna list it out
**mmmmmmmm. Sopapillas. Way to make me miss home.
**I am not usually a fan of an Orange, but Hot Pocket looks like a damn lion and I love it!
**Girl has Landon’s nose!
**Cat Shame
**Girl is totally taking the piss out the dogs. I love her more now.
**I am pleased you are feeding Girl wet food since it’s probably true that her days are numbered. Especially since she won’t get the Chi Chi treatment in death (coughcatshamecough)
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Chickie said:
September 9th, 2009 at 10:01 pm
I don’t have cat shame. I don’t know…it’s more like she’s a roommate that lives in the garage than a pet. I get excited when she wants to be petted but sometimes in the middle of the pet session she’ll attack me and run away with her toenails screeching.
Dude, I will never have another animal that will get the Chi Chi treatment in death. Girl & Stinky & Tiny all have sparkly urns somewhere with their names on them.
Speaking of Chi Chi – I still dream about her. And in my dreams, I always know she’s really dead to I spend the whole time holding and cuddling her after she appears in the dream.
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Chickie said:
September 9th, 2009 at 10:01 pm
Wow. I’m pretty vehement about not having cat shame. Maybe I do. But I don’t know why.
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Jeni Angel said:
September 9th, 2009 at 11:24 pm
It’s OK. I love you. Even if you have cat shame. You WILL love the Grays, even if it kills you.
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Chickie said:
September 10th, 2009 at 9:49 pm
There’s not a doubt in my mind that I will love the Grays. And thank you for your love, despite my cat shame.
I’m working on it.
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September 9th, 2009 9:55 pm
I swear I thought you said you feed HP, too….Well, maybe you should start. He sounds like a lost lonely soul who could use some Chickie-Love! No one can love Animals the way you do, my dear….He actually deserves some loving, considering he isn’t one of the Offening Pissers!
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Chickie said:
September 10th, 2009 at 9:51 pm
I’ve never ran HP out of the garage or anything. I’ll set an extra bowl of food out for him when I see him. I’ve always felt sorry for him.
And since I’ve learned he’s the one pooping (not pissing), I’m thinking of getting him his own litter box.
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September 9th, 2009 11:28 pm
That last paragraph made me laugh so hard I almost hurt myself.
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Chickie said:
September 10th, 2009 at 9:51 pm
And H0t P0cket weeps because you laugh.
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September 10th, 2009 9:08 pm
How long do cats usually live? 16 years seems like a long time, even for a small animal.
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Chickie said:
September 13th, 2009 at 9:38 pm
I have no idea how long these things will last. The 3 legged one next door is 16 too. I guess if they have relatively cushy lifestyles that they live damn near forever.
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September 13th, 2009 7:48 pm
Bless you and Sweety for feeding Girl. She’s feral and that’s why she is the way she is.
You will not love Fiero, but you may like Oliver. In spite of his claws.
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Chickie said:
September 17th, 2009 at 9:30 pm
I kind of wanted to call her feral but thought she couldn’t be since she’ll come inside and take a little love. I’ve just always thought she was kind of a bitch and hated me. Now, I can blame it on being feral. It’s not me.
Fiero scares me. Oliver seems like a fellow I could snooze with.
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September 17th, 2009 2:35 pm
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