Thursday, 11 October 2007
Inexcuseable has got another cat.
Well, a kitten to be precise.
Now, as you may or may not know, I'm not a cat person. Or even a person who likes cats.
Inexcuseable's original two cats I don't mind because they run away and hide whenever I'm around. As well they should! Most cats of my acquaintance are selfish, uppity users who have little regard for anything other than themselves.
So you can imagine my disapproval when I got the call saying I had to come around and see my new 'nephew'. The Parents aren't all that thrilled at suddenly becoming 'grandparents', either.
Like the good and proper sibling that I am, I dutifully arrived at Inexcuseable's to see this new family member.
"Where is the little git, then?" I asked in lieu of 'hello'.
"His name's Spike!" my sister retorted, pointing to the living room.
I swept in, taking in the room with a stern glare. Movement caught my eye, and there, attempting to scale Mount Bookcase, was a small starfish surrounded by silver-grey fluff.
Inexcuseable barged past me and scooped up the intrepid creature, turning it around and almost thrusting it in my face.
"Awwwwww! He's so cute!" I surprised myself by blurting out.
I waggled my fingers at him and made a face like a spacker. He hissed.
Awww... Still cute.
This doesn't mean I like cats. Just a small minority of kittens.
P.S. Inexcuseable's not pregnant. Just fat.