Sunday, July 7, 2013

Saki Time


When R man and I picked the Evil and Adorable Saki out of the lineup at cat jail (aka Animal Care and Control, aka the pound,) the technician there estimated his age to be about three years.  That seemed really unlikely to me, his face still looked almost like a kitten and his complete lack of restraint seemed very adolescent.

Our vet backed me up and thought he was about nine months.  Since that was April of 2008, we decided his birthday was July 7, 2007: 7/7/7.  What could be more lucky than a kitty who had moved from the streets to jail into running the lives of two middle age poofs?

So happy birthday to Saki, destroyer of white leather chairs, hogger of the best place in the bed, and absolute terror of anyone foolish enough to try and pet him.

I claim my cooing at him in my old lady voice "Who's the babiest baby in babytown?" is an attempt to civilize him.  In fact, I just do it to fuck with him and his air of general annoyance when I do so is payback for all the scratches, bites and scars I carry from him, the adorable little shit.

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    1. There are times when I'd like to stick him on a flagpole.

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  2. And yet he always looks so innocent for the camera....

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  3. I'm fairly certain that his brother made his way to Florida and into my poofter palace.

    Their evil orange eyes betray them.

    Especially when I awake in the middle of the night staring straight into them, while he's trying to suck my breath away.

    Happy Birthday to Saki.

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  4. "Who's the babiest baby in babytown?"

    i like that.

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    1. It only works if it really, really annoys the recipient.

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  5. So sorry I missed the b-day, but I know he loves me as he'll let me scratch him under the chin when you're holding him and I've successfully scooped him off the kitchen counters multiple times without bloodshed. I'm ignoring the other times when blood has been shed . . .

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    1. I'm so tired of telling people "Don't mess with the cat, he's vicious" and then they either try to prove me wrong or are fooled by his general air of "Who? Me?"

      At least you are neither of those. You're just a sucker for a cute boy.

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    2. You know me well, dear . . .

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  6. 777?! Why it's just like 666....but even more!


    What'd the birthday boy get for his big day anyway?

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    1. He was very interested in some bird out on the patio, but it looked too rough for him, so I said forget it.

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  7. About 10 years ago, I was looking at the cats at the animal rescue shelter, I saw a lovely grey shorthair one that would have gone perfect with my decor and I imagined him wearing a diamante collar like Jake, the alien cat from 'The Cat From Outer Space', I've always liked that film. However, they was going to charge me £75 plus a home visit. I said frig to that, I'll get one from out of the paper for a tenner, and I did, a sweet natured black and white moggy, I named him Brian, however he used to leave brown marks on my cushions so I gave him away to a friend.

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    1. I used to have a boyfriend who did the same thing, so I gave him away to a friend also. It's possible his name was Brian, many of them were.

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  8. Classified under the heading of "my favourite of cats I've never actually met."

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    1. Saki speaks highly of you, too. Of course, you're both Adorable and Evil, so i suppose it makes sense.

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