Simple Pleasures, #4
Today I want to tell you about my stupid cat. He may have a brain the size of a walnut, but that sucker is a stand-up guy. I mean, he will just never let you down on the affection. He’s a regular addict for the pettings, he is. And you know what else? He even lets my toddler pull his hair, take a nap on his belly, and fold his ears until they’re just about inside out. He don’t run away or nothin’! I’ve promised myself that these simple pleasures posts are about the everyday delights that one might overlook, so I’m not going to wax vitriolic about the amount of hair and poop that animal tends to explode out of his body. Instead, I’ll tell you all about just how tolerant this old man is. He’s not even that old, but, you know, with a name like “The Professor” it’s hard not to think of him as such. Seriously, he’s like THE perfect feline. All he wants to do is look pretty and love you. Could you ask for much more? He gets along with the dogs so well he even lets them do their weird little corn-teeth routine on him! On his face!! You know what I’m talking about? I mean that thing that dogs sometimes do where they just chew on something with their front teeth… like a love bite or something. Anyways, he lets our big lumbering jerk-dogs do that to him! The cat probably weighs more than my child, which is to say, probably somewhere in the low 20 lbs area, which makes him a great sight to behold indeed. Oh, and he is puffy. I considered naming him Puff Daddy, but that was just not dignified enough for this puddy-tat. Behold, the very best cat in the whole world even though he has been known to make poops on the bathroom rug:
