| So I’ve got this cat here. Polly the cat. I’m putting her up while Ruth & Nicholas are in Germany. Seems their other cats don’t tolerate her, but she’s been a model citizen here. We had cats when I was a kid, and I had my own, Kitty, for 17 years. She died four years ago, and I’ve been petless since. It’s good to have a cat around. This one is really sweet, with an even temperament. She does all those cat things: chases a toy; rolls on her back; sits in my lap purring. And sleeps a lot. It’s reassuring to see that cats are the same as ever. I’m not planning on getting one myself just now, (too little time, too little space, too much hair,) but somewhere down the road I see myself with another cat. Not Polly, though. She’s moving to Montana soon. Can’t integrate here, so she’s heading west to the RenHillWalls’. Probably a good deal for her. My only problem is with her name. Everyone knows Polly is a bird’s name; this must be an embarrassment for a cat. So I’ve taken to calling her Poly, as in “many”. After all, the cat is a many-lived creature. Having been rescued from the street, she’s got to be on her second life, and heading for a third, so she’s a Polycat for sure. The names sound the same, so she’s not confused, and I hope this distinction will be observed in Montana. I’m sure you guys will love her out there. Did I mention she sheds and claws the furniture? |
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