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Yes, Cats.
Feb. 10th, 2008 03:50 pmTwo more local shelter cats just won the Cat Jumbo Lottery and got adopted by two giant homos. Namely, us. It's every shelter animal's dream come true.
So far, they suck. If I may be so obdurate. I've had several cats over the years. I'm used to the friendly strays who make neighborhood rounds looking for food and affection, and who decide to settle in when they find both in quantity with me. I'm a total pushover, and all cats know it, which is why we came home with two instead of just one.
Technically, we weren't even planning on one. We were just looking. "Let's go to the shelter, and just look," we said, as if we meant it. Does anyone ever say that sentence and actually mean it?
Anyway, these two aren't friendly strays. They're borderline feral. Perhaps they resent the names their foster mom gave them, which are too retarded for me to repeat here, so we'll be changing them as soon as we get an idea what their personalities are really like. So far their personalities are: "We scatter cat litter all over the bathroom and then hide under the bed." Which is where they are right now.
They were fine in the shelter. We held them, and petted them. They purred. They let us do the cradle in the arm thing, and they purred some more. One of them climbed up on my shoulders while John petted her and she purred. Now they're lame, and under the bed. I don't even have to look. I know they're under the bed. You can reach under the bed and pet one of them. She'll let you. But the other one is a loser faggot cat who just hides, and I hate her. Don't care at all for that one. I would take pictures for you to see, but it would just be them with dilated eyes under the bed with dust bunnies, and that would be a little too desperate even for new cat owners.
So far, they suck. If I may be so obdurate. I've had several cats over the years. I'm used to the friendly strays who make neighborhood rounds looking for food and affection, and who decide to settle in when they find both in quantity with me. I'm a total pushover, and all cats know it, which is why we came home with two instead of just one.
Technically, we weren't even planning on one. We were just looking. "Let's go to the shelter, and just look," we said, as if we meant it. Does anyone ever say that sentence and actually mean it?
Anyway, these two aren't friendly strays. They're borderline feral. Perhaps they resent the names their foster mom gave them, which are too retarded for me to repeat here, so we'll be changing them as soon as we get an idea what their personalities are really like. So far their personalities are: "We scatter cat litter all over the bathroom and then hide under the bed." Which is where they are right now.
They were fine in the shelter. We held them, and petted them. They purred. They let us do the cradle in the arm thing, and they purred some more. One of them climbed up on my shoulders while John petted her and she purred. Now they're lame, and under the bed. I don't even have to look. I know they're under the bed. You can reach under the bed and pet one of them. She'll let you. But the other one is a loser faggot cat who just hides, and I hate her. Don't care at all for that one. I would take pictures for you to see, but it would just be them with dilated eyes under the bed with dust bunnies, and that would be a little too desperate even for new cat owners.
