Friday, March 03, 2006
Smelly Cat, What Are They Feeding You?
Thoreau’s little cabin in the woods has nothin’ on my eventful night. One has not fully lived until they have picked up their smelly, poopy 20-pound cat named Mrs. Puff, dropped her into the kitchen sink, and given her a bath. Until you have heard the low, guttural, Linda Blair-esque growling coming from said smelly cat, and the squirmy-ness of a furry, terrified miniature bear cub/house cat covered in Dove shampoo, it’s just not a complete life.
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Try having to shower with one because the tub just wasn't going to cut it. A 20-pounder who because of his claws earned him the nickname "Edward Scissor-Claws."
I feel your pain, my friend.
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