Cleo was born in 1952 in Amsterdam after a frisky romp in the tulip fields between an Abyssinian stud and a lonely Tabby looking for an evening away from her demanding litter of two dozen. One gestation period later, Cleo was the sole survivor of her litter. Approximately 53 years and 6 lives later, Cleo ended up a scrawny kitten in a house full of random pets in West Chezzetcook, NS, wherefrom she was procured as a Christmas gift for my wife. Much cuddling, coddling and fawning ensued. Cleo's existence as a scrawny kitten ended soon after her reproductive organs were surgically removed (or sewn shut) and she promptly ballooned to a mighty 12+ pounds. She enjoys eating, sunning in the window, eating, chasing bugs, eating and protecting the household from evil trolls a la the Stephen King short story and 80s movie, "Cat's Eye".
Tank was born under a shed in Northern New Brunswick, whereupon he and his 2 week old brother (the then-named "Commander Fluffy", now-named "Stewart") were stowed away in a church pew and delivered from a certain eternally bored and boring existence in NB, along with several dozen other brave kitties, via the little-known Underground Cat Railway, to Cole Harbour, NS. Tank's excessive crying and whining was cute when he was a kitten so he became highly sought after during his formative years in NS, which he spent as a male model - so much so that Tank was swiped from a Mic Mac Mall catwalk at the close of one of his more sultry performances. The catnapper was Terri, whom Tank has prevented from ever napping again with his previously noted excessive crying and whining. Regardless, much cuddling, coddling and fawning ensues.
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2 comments:
dying. of. laughter.
You were not the only one with this complaint. Lol.
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