And Now a Word About My Cat

Now I know everyone thinks their cat is nuts, but mine has crossed over the boarder. Her name is Pleasance. Once I move this site to the domain that I bought I will post pictures of her, but for now she is white with yellow eyes. (A friend of mine insisted that she looked like Valcor, the luck dragon, in the Never Ending Story.) Now she wags her tail, plays fetch, and she actually taps me on the shoulder when she thinks i have been online for two long. I was used to all this.

The other thing is I haven't had a really good night of sleep since I got pleasance becuse Pleasance hasn't yet figured out that she can not curl up directly over my nose and mouth. No matter how many times I knock her off, she gets right back up and tries to sleep on my face. Two years and she still hasn't figured this out. When I got back from my trip, I woke up at three in the morning with her hind foot up my nose. Not pleasant at all.

I rarely call her by her name. Here is a partial list of the names my cat may be called at any given time: el gato blanco, pain in the ass, the pretty girl, pisspot, the prettiest cat in the world, the lady who lolls, the furry purry, hey you with the tail, and Miss P.

So yesterday I go into the bathroom and there is Pleasance curled up in the sink like it was a hot tub, like she is on Blind Date waiting for her bachelor to appear. What cat sleeps in a sink? And then I find out from the cat sitter she tried to jump in the shower with him! Well at least I know she has taste (although apparently no gaydar).

And you know what the sad part is? She is the only reason I came back to NYC. If it wasn't for her, I would have said "Fuck Manhattan" and I'd still be on a sandy beach somewhere enjoying the blue sky and the blue-er water. Instead I am in my apartment with insane but loving cat.

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