My Cat, Kat

I have noticed that a lot of people like to write about everyday life as it happens, a journal if you will. I fear that the mundane hours that I spend awake could hardly warrant being called a " day ". I will instead talk a bit of my kiity cat. Her social life supercedes mine ten fold and therfore much more interesting than me.

First, I must start from our beginning, that the kitten's and mine. I do not know who you, the reader may be or are, so I doubt we have a beginning anywhere if ever. Anyway, I was going through my divorce and things were really rough for me. I was worried about getting custody of my son, the house, and my collection of Playboy magazines. A co worker of mine told me she knew just what I needed and asked if i would be around that evening. Of course my mind rushed right out and dove into the nearest gutter. The my thoughts and fantasies wallowed in the squalor! I couldn't wait for the upcoming night and neither could my filthy mind!

As luck would have it I fell asleep on the couch and missed our date! I jumped with a start and immediately called my co- worker. She did not answer. But, I did hear a tiny mewing sound from my porch, like an irritating ringing in my ears. When I opened the door, there was a kitten with a bow around her neck. Just a little orange fuzz ball. Apparently my female friend had said she had a little pussy cat for me. My hearing had shut off just before " cat " and I had the totally wrong idea. Dammit! What to do with this kitten?

Time progressed and it was time to get my kitten her shots and fixed. She was in heat every other day and I actually felt perverted by the way she looked at me! Especially with her butt in the air pointed at me and peering slyly over her shoulder as if to say "come on just one time, I need it bad!" Ewwwwww! Off to the Veterinarian with her! When the receptionist asked me the name of my kitty I simply said, "I don't know, I never named her. I have always just called her 'Kat'." And so the name stuck.

Kat is not a very sociable kitty. She decides when she will be petted and where she sleeps. I can drag her into the living room set her on my lap and off she goes and with a shrug of her shoulders she looks at me and says, " I think I will go over and watch the birds for a while, now go get me a glass of water." So, I do as I am told and get her her water. She will watch the birds for all of three seconds then come lay on my lap. Life in my house subsequently revloves around her quite a bit more than I like, but I love her no matter. ... And yes, she does drink from a glass, not plastic mind you, a glass. she won't touch her dish of water. The glass has to be on the coffee table. The first time I put her glass on the floor she batted it over with a paw, looked at me and scolded, "It is not dignified that i drink from the floor, put it on the table! Now, go change my kitty litter I feel a pee coming on."

Kat may be a royal pain in my ass but she has been through some tough times with me and for her I am grateful. As I look back the divorce seemed to be a piece of cake. As long as Kat was at home I could leave all of that garbage at the court house and even during custody proceedings I seemed more calm. Today I have my son and the divorce is final. Thanks to Kat I am ok today and so is my family, Kat, my son and me... My ex and I are still fighting over the Playboy collection, but I know kat will be there through all of the tears!

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