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Kitty Malfunction

This is so funny to me.

Our female cat has been wandering the house, caterwauling so loudly, especially at night. Everyone in the family is complaining about the noise.

Then it dawned on me. She's in heat.

Here's the funny thing. Our male cat (uncle daddy) is fixed. Our female cat, she of the Matrix Moves, is not.

This morning I watched as the female writhed and meowed in front of the male, so he climbed on top of her, shook his head, got off her and ran away. It was like I could see a thought bubble above his head saying, "Hmm...I think this was fun, but I don't really remem......oh look! Something shiny over there!"

The female then did more loud wailing and ran off as well. Poor thing.

I did the pool this morning with a brutal headache. Still have some of it lingering on the right side of my head.

I'm making lasagna for dinner tonight, as it's Dan's favorite meal. He's the one being shipped off to Iraq next week to live on army rations for a year. His favorite dessert is lemon meringue pie. I'll do that tomorrow for him.

I'm off to do some writing now. Toodles.


  1. Yes, some of us are forced to walk the earth, irrestible to women, but, when it comes down to it, we would rather watch cricket.

  2. I thought it went something along the lines of forgetting what women were for exactly.

    Or have I got that wrong?

  3. Dunno, dearheart, I have never known the answer to that perplexing riddle.

  4. Well, of COURSE she's in heat!

    And of COURSE Uncle Daddy wouldn't quite know what to do then...because now he's "fixed."

    "Fixed." As if his natural state was that he was "broken." I, too, am, ahem, "fixed."

    Poor guy...I made the choice...he didn't...

  5. WW, I was forced to make the decision for him as, alas, he is a minor with four offspring to his name already.

    One of which is still living here.

    Vicus, I have it on good authority that you know exactly what women are for.

  6. Cats in estrus don't like pussy-footin' around,
    they jus' gotta scratch that itch!
    They call it Felid Groovy!

    MeoooooOUCH! HHHHHHHHHHiisssss and back to the ball of yarn.
    Cats are weird.

  7. Pamela, you are, of course, correct. No sugar in mine.

  8. Is that because I'm sweet enough as it is and any more sugar would send you into a diabetic coma?

  9. I used to have a mental Persian called Toby who turned out to be a bit of a feline Gary Glitter. Despite being without the necessary accoutrements, he went straight into action as soon as we acquired a female kitten of 8 weeks old. No shame.

    Pamela, is there something in your medication you're not telling us about?

  10. Richard, I assure you that I am getting the best medical care available and only the finest of pharmaceuticals are ever allowed to cross my lips.

    I'd list them all here but I do so hate to waste bandwidth.

  11. I'm sure Tom would say the same about certain quality medication but look what happened to him.

  12. I'd like to look, but he keeps pulling the blinds!


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