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"As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron."
H.L. Mencken
 
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Monday, July 14, 2003

by El Zorro Viejo (aka; Jim)

Pets in general and cats in particular
 
The {fill in the blank} cat got sick again under our bed. I know this because I decided to rearrange the bedroom while my wife is in Maine. There are two threads to this post: First, my relationship to the menagerie we have in this house, and, second, the question of why on earth I would do something like change the bedroom furniture arrangement without seeking prior approval from my life partner. Well, the answer to the second lies, in part, within the first part. I have decided that I really don't like cats. The fish, the frog, the lizard...they are all in enclosures of various sizes. Interaction with them is, except for the lizard, minimal. The lizard does require some attention, but it is not excessive. The cats, on the other hand, require a huge amount of time. There are twice daily feedings: there are grooming sessions: there is the daily stint as attendant for the feline sanitary facilities (and the cheap bastids don't even tip): And there is the problem of regurgitation. One of our cats has a thyroid problem for which we lay out $50 every couple of months for her thyroid medicine. Because she is a typical cat, we can't just pop a pill in her mouth. Oh no! We have to grind up her medicine morning and night and mix it in with her food. While this does seem to work, there is a down side (the aforementioned feline regurgitation). It is not the intended recipient who is at fault here. The other cat very often ends up eating the white cat's food...the food with the medication mixed in. When he, who has a fully functioning, healthy thyroid eats the thyroid medication, the end result is that he tosses it back within an hour or so.
 
While we try to make sure that he doesn't get into her food, there are times when we miss. It just can't be helped. The thing is that cats are a royal pain in the butt. And now my darling wife wants to take in two more of the nasty little creatures. I am not happy. I am sure that this means we will have two more cats shedding cat hair and hacking up furballs. There will be twice as many meals to prepare and twice as much effluvia in the litter boxes to scoop up. I am not a happy camper. So, to relieve some of the stress the effing cats are causing me (and this is another thing: I don't know where all this stuff about how cats are supposed to be "good" for people comes from. I can attest that, at least in my case, they are a source of constant irritation and stress. They are shortening, not lengthening, my life.) I decided to rearrange the bedroom tonight. I personally think it looks good. We'll see what she says when she gets home on Tuesday...
 
To be continued...


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