Thursday Night, 10:30 pm Cat Blogging
I come home from a late night pre-Christmas confab with my Music Director and see Ermengarde’s love-lorn boyfriend, a fat orange cat named Brinks, outside the kitchen window. I kind of love Brinks. He’s huge and fluffy and he’s a sweet preppy guy you can imagine serving you and g & t on the boat. If he was a human he’d be wearing Docksiders and a polo shirt. I like his people, too, but they live across the street and it’s a busy street, so I worry that Brinks is gonna get creamed traipsing over here to serenade my girl. Who isn’t even a girl since she was spayed long ago. She must still has some mojo, I guess, because Brinks is always over here trying to persuade her to sneak out the window and go on dates with him.
So there’s the fluffy guy […]