Sunday, October 23, 2011

Rotten kittens are made not born...
I take full responsibility

Daddy's Girl


The Chairman is a fairly new addition to our household as is Max who very smartly pegged us as the biggest suckers in the neighborhood and decided he lives here after being abandoned.

Killwhitey has been with us the longest of the cats that currently run our household and while this blog is dedicated to the Chairman I would be remissed (and likely murdered in my sleep) if I did not take a moment to pay tribute to the queen of the f%#@ing universe.

My F%#@ing Cat


(I posted this in 2007 on another blog but figured I would drudge it up as it still applies)
As a child I was rotten and I foolishly believed I could escape the "some day you will end up with a kid just like you" maternal hex by simply not breeding.

Little did I know that the Mom juju was powerful enough to over come the slight technicality of my not having children. I speak of course of my ever-loving cat, Killwhitey.

Her hobbies include such things as jumping from second story windows, playing rousing games of tarantula ball and my personal favorite taunting the nine foot python, a game I like to call playing snake food.




I have had to pull her both from the awning above my apartment and the telephone wires above my roof.

In short this animal is slowly graying my hair and ulcerating my stomach much like I did to my poor mother all those years ago.




Keith has taken pity on me and ceased the early morning phone calls he once took such joy in. Whitey, sharing with Keith some need to stop me from ever sleeping past sunrise opted to get me out of bed this morning by filling my stove with dirt by smashing a potted plant on it. Kinda her way of saying "Get up Dad it's 6 am and time to play".

Bless her little black heart
Sleeping with the kind of self satisfaction that only comes from a hard day of barfing on the rug, sitting on the clean plates in cupboards and pooping in the tub.