Thursday, April 21, 2005
When I came home the other night I was met by CLA. "The exercise ball has a hole in it," she said. We hadn't been able to figure out how to inflate it, but she'd been home from school sick and had, apparently, managed it. "Well that's annoying," I said. "Should we take it back?" "Well, no," she said. "It got a hole when I tried to get the cat to walk on it."
There is a great scene in "A Confederacy of Dunces" where Ignatius is down in the Warehouse District, goofing off, trying to get a stray cat into the bun compartment of his Paradise hot dog cart, and my mind immediately went there. CLA is nearly always pretty respectful of the cat, and this is reciprocated by nearly dog-like loyalty from the animal, which follows her from room to room, and comes when called. Even so, sometimes the proximity of cat and bun compartment can become an irresistible temptation. Lacking a hot dog wagon, the prospect of seeing her pet as a circus animal was too much for CLA to pass up.
There is a great scene in "A Confederacy of Dunces" where Ignatius is down in the Warehouse District, goofing off, trying to get a stray cat into the bun compartment of his Paradise hot dog cart, and my mind immediately went there. CLA is nearly always pretty respectful of the cat, and this is reciprocated by nearly dog-like loyalty from the animal, which follows her from room to room, and comes when called. Even so, sometimes the proximity of cat and bun compartment can become an irresistible temptation. Lacking a hot dog wagon, the prospect of seeing her pet as a circus animal was too much for CLA to pass up.
// posted by Bill @ 9:56 AM 
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