I always thought it'd be fun to have a cat named Monster.
I could say things like "Why yes, in fact, there IS a Monster under my bed. It's him."
And I could crack really bad jokes like:
Q: What is Monster's favorite play?
A: Romeo and Ghouliet
My dreams of a cat named Monster became true - albeit vicariously - when I came to learn that my friend Jennea actually has a cat named Monster.
Monster is a persian. He looks like an albino version of a 1970's badass afro. No body - he's all curly fuzz. At least, that's what he used to look like.
Jennea sent pictures of what happened to Monster while she and I were in Seattle making an Ikea run on Monday...
"Hey mom, did you have fun while you were out? Because I didn't."
"Fuck all of you!!!!"
"God, I hope my next 8 lives are better than this..."
The truth of the matter is that Monster seems to be enjoying his new 'do.
"Yeah Monster..he's a funny one. With his hair cut short he's a lot more active and playful...it's quite funny."
From now on, any time my boys give me shit about animal cruelty, I'm showing them these pics.
Ahhh, yes... the toy poodles of the cat world.::::: | July 6, 2006 6:33 AM
I have no words. My cat would have slit my throat if I came at him with clippers.::::: | July 6, 2006 11:10 AM