| December 21, 2001 |
| The computer screen is covered with cat hair. Have you ever tried to get cat hair off of a TV or computer, it's impossible. Cats are the masters of static clingly impossible to get rid of hair. No kidding, several months after leaving for Florida and living in a cat free environment I was still finding long orange hairs on my black shirts. Truffles, the weasel cat, is the one who seems to be responsible for most shedding. I honestly think that this cat was the product of early genetic experiments. Not very sucessful ones, but still. He's maybe 9 pounds of black and white fur. If Hemingway had been reincarnated as a cat, he would have become Truffles in all his grizzled, slinking, hunchback glory. I mean the cat even has 6 toes on each foot, I think that closes the case. Truffles has an incredible ablity to disappear. I've many times opened the door of a room containing him for maybe 15 seconds, and looked to find that despite the fact he had been yards fhe door, he's already slinked halfway down the stairs. Truffles is also (we suspect) part ragdoll cat. Since both of the cats came from the animal shelter there's no way of knowing their true pedigreee (or lack thereof), but I think that Truffles is a freak mix of weasel and ragdoll. Conniving, slinky, tiny, and goes limp when held. The other cat, Macontosh, would seem to be the physic opposite of Truffles. He's giant. Mac looks like a linebacker, he's fat with lots of muscle, and walks like he's expecting to be attacked, right down to the quavering tail stuck up in the air. He's also a bit nuerotic. If people that he doesn't know come into the house, it's under the bed. If a person tries to pick him up then they better be wearing a Kevlar vest and heavy gloves. The cat can kick, unlike Truffles who bites when unhappy, Mac kicks like a Rockette being mugged. Trust me, I've sustained the scrathces on my stomach when I didn't put him down fast enough. Somehow, the cats get along. It's not unusaul to see a big pile of orange and black fur and not be able to tell which cat is which. They work together at some things. Keep them apart and nothing bad will happen, put them together in a room, and pray for any breakable items. Try to get a few minutes alone in the bathroom, and you will be greeted by, "Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooowwwww" (Truffles) and the sound of a heavy object pounding itself aganist the door in an attempt to break it down (Mac). It's like living with 2 little not exactly smart low level mobsters at times. Lovely, lovely fun. But hey, how can I hate any cat or cats that consider my feet a good place to nap? |