Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Attempting To Convey My Getting a Cat in an Extremely Forced Sporting Metaphor; More on the Cat; Further Cat News; Cat Obsession Takes Full Hold

My nil-nil draw of a pet life is about to be shattered, as the referee (the Mayhew Animal Home, dressed in black and blowing a whistle) has awarded me a penalty kick in the shape of a two-year-old moggy (pictured left). We're collecting the penalty kick, er, cat on Saturday.

Ok, I give up on the laboured metaphor. We're getting a cat. Whoop. A big prize to anyone who can come up with a good name for the cat. Although be warned: the prize is one of those intagibles like the satisfaction of a job well done or the feeling of contentment on having named a cat. Sorry. All my money's going on litter and gonks for cats to play with from now on.

I'll probably write this blog from the point of view of the cat from now on. But not in a good way. No. In a way that lists what I did all day. And be assured that if my understanding of cats gleaned from the book on cats I've just read is any any way accurate, cats do not spend much time writing about the virtues of WD40.

Yeah, I thought that'd get you.

Anyway, all I have to do now is worry about the perceptions of men who own cats. Yes, those perceptions. I'll compensate by calling the cat Killer or Fang and taking up a manly hobby like carpentry or violence. And then posting pictures of myself on the Men With Cats page (Warning: will confirm your opinions of men who like cats and then some).

In order to pass the Herculean cat adoption tests the Mayhew Animal Home has put in our way, I had to get a letter confirming that our landlord both allowed us to have cats and wouldn't use their spare keys to sneak in and put sellotape on cats while they slept. In my conversation with my landlord, I was saying that she lived close to the gigant-o-normous Colney Hatch Lane Tescos, and that I could pick up the letter and go food shopping and thereby 'kill two babies with one stone'. I didn't dwell on it, but I'm not sure that it's the sort of thing you want to hear from someone who's about to become the guardian of a cat life. Come to think of it, it's definitely not the sort of thing you want to hear from someone who's going to come round to your house to pick up the letter. She did appear a bit nervous while writing the letter, but I think that was Microsoft Word's fault. I really have no idea why I said it, but now that I've devoted so much time to it, it's all the more likely to come out again.

4 comments:

  1. What about vegetarian men who like cats - now they're just wierdos (although that of course excludes you Jim, my dad and my boyfriend who are all perfectly normal, and only occasionally wear hand-knitted rainbow cardigans.)

    Names for cats. The best name for a cat ever is the one Chris came up with and you're not allowed to use it because it's going to be our cat's name so there. It is: Ambrocious. My name for a cat is Albert.

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  2. I think you should call the cat Thor, this is because I have been trying to persuade my sister to call her yet unborn child Thor, but she is resisting, and it is a shame to see such a good name go to waste.

    Dan

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  3. Suggest you post on
    http://www.stuffonmycat.com

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  4. I thought my suggestion was Moog, after the character from Willow the Wisp, but Ambrocious was also a top choice. There is a prize for anyone who can tell me where the name Ambrocious came from (no Kezza, no telling!), and as Jim was so kind with his prize offer, I too will offer a prize... self smuggness!

    Chris

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