Puddy-tats

A male friend has always called cats “pussies.” For years I expressed my disgust of the term to him, and after 23 years, I laid down my sword and took his side.

One day I was in a hurry to get out the door and leave with my daughter. Part of the leaving ritual involves getting the cats to the lower level, because I don't trust Piercing, the long-haired cat, upstairs (though I do trust Tattoo, the short hair).

As I scurried about, looking for the cats, I said to Ivy, “Where are the pussies?”

She cocked her head, squinted her eyes at me, and replied, “I think they’re in our pants.”

And so goes life at the zoo.

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Eccentricities

I’ve had dogs, which is sort of like crabs, but more visible. That’s why I make sticky rolls!

Yep! Since about 1988, I’ve been buying two-inch-wide masking tape, peeling off eight inches, and making rolls of the strips. I put them in handy places, ready to adhere to hair from any animal, including my daughter!

They’re stuck to the bathroom cabinet door ready to tape the hair from our clothes, under a couple of my kitchen cupboards, in the car, by the dryer, in all our clothes closets, near our beds, in any obscure, concealed place. It makes animals much less visible on your clothes, furniture, car seats, you name it. I’ve even taped the cat.

Nuts? Hey, I’m ready, fur ball.

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