Every time I make a funny or sarcastic comment (on twitter or flickr) about one of the cats
that comes to visit me on a daily basis, some stranger feels the need
to send me hate mail like I am Jeffrey Dahmer. I've never really
understood drop by hate mailers but then I am sure those people are
just a joy to hang out with in reality. You know, the kind that can't
ever take a joke, be a joke, or get a joke then have to have a talk
with you about how insensitive you are.
I've received many emails from people suggesting (in all seriousness) that I just keep Annie. We know who Annie belongs to (The Goth Wiccan surgery nurse's son!) and while she is here often, I do not steal pets from children. I do, however, feed their pets, make sure their pets are safe, build little houses for their pets and, well, love their pets a lot. I am probably more nervous about Annie being outside without claws than her owners are and you can be sure that every 5 minutes I get up and check on her. I am a Jewish woman. Worry and excess feeding come naturally to me.
Lately, another cat has been doing her best to steal some of Annie's limelight. She's a big fluffy black cat full of matted fur and I am sure fleas and other grossness. I call her Apocalypse because I think she might be the sign of one coming. I have seen this cat before. I know who she belongs to, too (butt cancer lady* who owns Goth Wiccan's house). Apocalypse has fangs and claws and can defend herself. But, she seems lonely and wants some attention. We're not really in the market for a harem of cats, but we let her hang out, too. Two is our limit.
So internet, there is no need to send me cat hater hate mail. I am not really giving the cats my ambien. Like I'd share that with a cat? Come on.
*One day Dustin was outside and the neighbor came up to him and said I HAVE BUTT CANCER. She may have used more technical terms, but that is what he heard.
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