ALONE IN THE WORLD WAS A LITTLE CATBLOG
BECAUSE YOU DEMANDED IT, or you would have, HAD YOU KNOWN YOU NEEDED IT IN ORDER TO CONTINUE PRODUCING YOUR BONES’ PRECIOUS MARROWS. But now that’s taken care of, so you’re ahead of the game; go ahead and take a break, fix yourself a drink, maybe!
Anyone who knows me for any length of time will find themselves wondering: wait how the hell many cats does this guy have? And to that reasonable question my reply is reliable, and unchanging as the sea: what are you, a cop?
Make like Ruggles, motherfucker
It’s time for you all to get to know the tiny monsters that infest my home, pukify my carpets and bake more biscuits than a thousand Southern families could smother in gravy if given all the chickenfat in God’s delicious creation, and so I have embarked upon a RECORD OF MY INNUMERABLE MEOWMARTS, like Quirinius taking his census of Judea, and we all know how well that turned out.
Today we start with the tiniest and, I’m not even ashamed to say it, my favoritemost:
CAT #1: CELEBRATED LOCAL CAT HOLLAND J. CAT
- Has no naturally-occurring meow! She mostly goes ‘Peep!’ and she gets along JUST FINE, thank you very much aggressive, condescending telemeowketers trying to sell us a product we don’t need.
- Is my little princess because JUST LOOK AT HER STUPID PERFECT LITTLE FACE.
- I narrate her in a little French accent sometimes: “Papa! I am on ze keetchen COUNTAIR, even zo I know zis is CRIMES for ze kitty to do! Vive la vie de crime!“
- The ‘J’ stands for ‘Oats’!
My very first cat was her predecessor, Denmark J. Cat, who was my best guy for four presidential administrations, until he fell to the sword of feline lymphoma and set sail for the Undiscovered Country. I have it on good authority that he has since CONQUERED HELL, and is warming my throne there until I can arrive.
After what my wife deemed an appropriate mourning period, during which she experienced the only span in our relationship when I wasn’t pointing to an animal and yelling for her to look at how good they were, she surprised me wif A BAYBEEEEEE
She is now my constantmost and steadfast companion and snugglecreature; she will not leave me the hell alone and I love it so damn much, she is on my lap as I type this, her paws buried beneath my laptop, like so much traysure.
HOLLAND’S FAVORITE PASTIMES INCLUDE:
- Going absolutely batshit cuckoo-bananas on the scratching-post when I crush a Diet Coke can in my bitchin’ can-crusher, seriously for some reason it just drives her into a tiny berserker frenzy, it’s hilarious
- Meepwalking (walking around going ‘meep’)
- Having breath that Elton John once called “screaming anguish of a thousand lutefisk-slathered ghosts’ asses” due to FIV-induced stomatitis
- Blepping at a Regional Championship level, but if I’d had any competitiveness genes for her to inherit she would destroy the rankings so completely that the league would never recover.
SHE LOOKS AMAZING IN IT.
part-time job at the parlor down by Swongburt’s Pie-Barn!
Reno, Rude, Tseng and Elena took excellent care of her, thanks guys! Tell Rufus I’ll SEE HIM IN HELL.
THE CAREFUL OBSERVER WILL NOTE:
and she raised me