My biggest claim to fame is Elvis's grandmother and my grandfather were first cousins. New wineries that have no history often slap a head turning name like Cat's Peah on their labels to get buyers to notice and purchase their vintage if only as a novelty. Hopefully, my blog name alone will garner a hit or two. This blog is not action packed, but is only about me, my stuff and how it effects my world.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
CAT-DOG
Simon is a dog trapped in a cat's body. He lounges on the cool hard tile floor under the fans like a big dog. He runs to greet me when he hears me come through the front door(but no newspaper or house slippers in tow, if he was that "dog-like" I would be seeking a vet to do a "species change" operation). He follows me around the house looking for attention, even into the bathroom while I shave and shower. I think he may be part lab because he is facinated with water to the point of getting in the running shower at times. Simon is always seeking attention, like a "Rover". He wants to be noticed, to be the center of attention, the house, the universe(well that last one is a cat attribute). He likes to rough house like a dog. He even eats and drinks like a dog. When his food hits the bowl, he's there waiting to chow down like hound. Oh, he has his charCATeristics, too. But he drapes across our furniture like a panther and stalks our other cat like feline. He doesn't bark, but has a whimpy cat meow, which seems unfitting for his manly testosterone filled demeanor(tho he's actually neutered). He purrs like a diesel truck. We are working on fetching,...but that will be when his cat personality will kick in and he will simply shoot me a, "Get it yourself" look/attitude. And I will get it myself.
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as kristin said after i read this to our family, "that sounds a lot like scratch, except for the shower thing."
cats are weird.
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