What makes Lisa Marie so mean?
I discovered our little darling on the cold
concrete of our basement floor abandoned by her feral mom.
In my mind's eye, I see it played out as a weird circle of cats
all gathering around the birth like a scene from "Rosemary's
Baby".
She has been hand-fed by my wife and I since
she was 6-hours-old, miraculously nursed through pneumonia (8 days
in Kitty I.C.U. $$$$), and eats only the finest raw meat.
Nevertheless she has become a shameless
thief and beggar, and if one doesn't give her what she wants,
she'll just swipe it out of your drawer, steal it off your
plate, or right out of your mouth. And then hiss at you
should you dare to take it back. With great dexterity Lisa
will leap onto the heads of dinner guests to survey the table.
She'll swipe bones twice her body weight, entire pieces of pastry,
ears of corn, anything! She is a true omnivore. She'll
just sneer into the barrel of a high-powered super-soaker as she
picks her way through our kitchen cabinets and makes-off with
entire tins of cat cookies.
She doesn't care for strangers. The enclosed photo of
Lisa Marie was taken on the day of her return from her
hysterectomy. She was returned to us from our vet with a prescription
for what he termed, "Happy Pills", with which Lisa Marie
was directed to take two hours before ever re-entering his
office again. Ten days later, I had to remove her stitches
myself.
Photo submitted by: Dog Dish People
Date last updated: 10/25/05
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