Yah. She limps. One back hip. Walks stiff. Looks like it hurts. Uses it for an excuse to tinkle on the rugs. Or did, til I drop-kicked her out the kitchen window.
The other old one has a nice fat abscess about to explode, under her chin.
Oh, the joy.
Stumpy chases her, for fun. She's eighteen, and looks the part. Ugliest cat I've ever seen a human own. She one of those neurotic lickers, who licks all her fur off.
Yum.
Mary Jane got that one. I wanted the other one. The one hiding behind the lady's freezer.
Btw, the lady was charging $1.95, per her free sunday ad, for the kittens.
"Um. Why $1.95?"
"Because it will keep people from taking them who don't really want them."
She insisted, we wait while she "walker-ed" into the house for our nickle change. Could have searched the car or field by the time she got back. ["Couldn't you just remember to bring one out with you? How many cats you got here ~ fourteen? You're not big on planning, are you."] |
