551rcg@hound.UUCP (R.GANNS) (08/31/84)
I had a roommate once who had an unneutered male cat.
His name was tsunami. It was an appropriate name.
Tsunami liked to guard his territory by spraying.
Furniture. The dish drainer. You name it. Kay, my
roommate, was very fond of tsunami. She liked to
encourage his antics, such as jumping up on the
dining room table and eating off YOUR plate during
meals. She also kept a screen-less kitchen window
permanently open so little tsunami could come and
go at will, which he did. So did his girlfriends
and drinking buddies. They liked to cha-cha in
the kitchen at 2 or 3 a.m. On week nights.
But they were cute. I got used to washing cat urine
off my coffee cup. And picking cat hairs out of
my peanut butter sandwhiches. And fleas out of my BVD's.
I was also polite to tsunami. This was very important.
Not being polite to tsunami could get you on Kay's
shit-list for life. I learned to watch my step.
I have a real job now, and don't have to live with
Kay and tsunami. But I miss them both. Especially
on Halloween.
Rich Ganns
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