Wednesday, October 7, 2009
I Want to Go Home!
I miss the Little Cat. And the scary old "Portrait of Dorian Cat" toothless bag of bones one, too. (Though he's looking more like the portrait than the preternaturally youthful avatar, I don't discriminate because of looks. He WAS there first, and he honestly can't help being a cranky, needy, pissy old gay man. When he was young and beautiful, he was Rock Hudson in the Doris Day years. So now he's Quentin Crisp, what are you gonna do?)
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I affectionately refer to my first and best favorite cat -- who is now thirteen and has really seen better days-- as "my scabby old ratbag" and "my moth-eaten sweetheart."
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