Actually, the title of this posting was going to be "Orpheus's $#!% don't stink." But that would be vulgar. On the other hand, Sergie thinks it doesn't. We had a conversation about it a couple of weeks back, after a cat stunk up the half-bath and office.
Sergie: Who went to the bathroom in Orpheus's box?
Varda: Probably Orpheus. He has the stinkiest poops of all the cats. Also the largest.
Sergie: He does?
See what 6 and 1/2 years of marriage does to your conversational skills?
Anyway, this conversation is not the only example of the double standard between the O-man and the cat family.
This morning: a certain cat was knocking things over and scratching our bed. Sergie wakes up, "Why are the cats out?" I respond, "Which cats?" Obviously O wouldn't be doing anything bad like knocking stuff over and scratching things with his declawed paws. It's very surprising, considering he's only been doing stuff like that from the day he arrived.
Yesterday at dinner, I describe Orpheus as "fat." Sergie corrected me, Orpheus, you see, isn't "fat." He's "oversized." Alma, on the other hand, is described as fat cow who is ugly with all that extra weight. Henry is pretty ugly too.
"Varda, the cats are getting on top of the computer monitor." Let me list the cats and the number of times I have witnessed them on the computer monitor:
Athena: 0 Alma: 0 Henry: 2 Orpheus: 5
So, tell me again why this means that we should "get rid" of the kittens?
The kittens run crazily from room to room. This is unacceptable. Orpheus would never do anything like that. Actually, Orpheus used to do this all the time, and still does occasionally. When he does, it's another demonstration of his uniqueness and wonderful personality.
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I was impressed with S's improved conversational powers last night. (Other than a 10 minute side trip on how it sounded like I was "ready for some action").
He's come a long way from "Varda. Coffee!"
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