Sep 18 2002
mmmm, cats
Husband and I coexist with four cats (it would be mostly incorrect to say that we own four cats, as many a cat-person would probably tell you; in fact, it can be said that in our household, our cats appear to own *us* more often than not). No, we are not Crazy Cat People (though I could easily become one if Husband didn’t keep me in check); we had each adopted two furballs prior to becoming a couple, and since neither of us were a) willing to give up the two we came with or b) tell the other person to give up two, we joined forces. It’s worked with mixed results (my HugelyFatAndNeurotic kitty is still camped out under the kitchen table 95% of the time, hiding from Husband’s two infuriatingly cute monsters).
Despite cat fur on furniture (bleh), cat sick in inappropriate places (sorry, Bubba!), clawed furniture, and broken dishes, we love all of ‘em to pieces(and, I hasten to add, *not* in the same way I love, say, ice cream, or Husband loves, for example, lobster). They’ve been consoling through bad spots in previous relationships, distractors from the stresses at work, and company when many hours and miles separate friends&family.
However - no matter how much we love them (*not* like we love pizza!), we can’t help but pause in thought after reading the quote at the top of this entry. Ensuing conversation goes something [but not exactly] like this:
Husband, reading: *giggle*
me, curious: what?
Husband: I think Twist would make a good stewing kitty.
me: ?
Husband: Yeah, a stewing kitty. No meat, really, so you gotta stew her to get at the flavor.
me, getting into this now: *snerk* I suppose that would mean Idgie [HugelyFatAndNeurotic] would be grand on a spit, with apple stuffed in her mouth. Roasting Kitty.
Husband: Hee! What about Rumpus? I bet he’d be good as deli meat or a full Hoagie.
me: Mmm. Deli meat. Hoagie.
Husband: That leaves Escher.
me: Hrm. Escher.
Husband: We could always grill him.
me: Yeah, ok. Maybe with some teriyaki sauce.
Erm. One of those had-to-be-there moments, I think.
