Posted 06-20-2004 at 06:24:43
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...in the doldrums. Well, to be more accurate, she's had the personality of a wolverine. We all just kind of learned not to poke her or disturb her in any way. I can remember what it's like to be a thirteen year old girl. It's just a little waltz through he11. So I decided to do something to perk her up. I brought her home a kitten. What a mutt. He's got every color on him imaginable, except his two front feet are snowy white.
It worked. A slow smile spread across her face and she breathed an 'awwww...thaaaankyooooou!'
I can hear Fred in there laughing at him. He's a tiny little thing, but lacks nothing in the self-confidence department.
"You ought to see this cat."
"What's he doing?"
"He keeps seeing hisself in the reflection of the piano and every time he does, he runs straight at it and bows up like he's going to kick butt in a major way. He's a scrapper."
"Good. I can't tolerate a wimpy cat." I said.
"Neither can I!" He said. "She ought to name him General Lee."
"I will...hey! Hey! That's skin you're digging into! Shoo!"
The romance was over, as Fred was now the object of all that fuzzy ferocity.
"I thought you liked a scrappy cat." I reminded him.
"I do, as long as he's not scrapping with my bare foot.
"Wimp". I muttered under my breath.
"What'd you say?"
"I said...'yeah, I know what you mean."
"The he11 you did."
I waited for him to say more, but he just went back to laughing at the cat.
Next thing I knew 'General Lee' found my feet under the computer table.
"I thought you liked a scrappy cat." He reminded me.
"Yeah, but those claws are like little needles!"
He muttered something under his breath.
"I said...'yeah, I know what you mean'".