
I always thought it'd be fun to have a cat named Monster.
I could say things like "Why yes, in fact, there IS a Monster under my bed. It's him."
And I could crack really bad jokes like:
Q: What is Monster's favorite play?
A: Romeo and Ghouliet
My dreams of a cat named Monster became true - albeit vicariously - when I came to learn that my friend Jennea actually has a cat named Monster.
Monster is a persian. He looks like an albino version of a 1970's badass afro. No body - he's all curly fuzz. At least, that's what he used to look like.
Jennea sent pictures of what happened to Monster while she and I were in Seattle making an Ikea run on Monday...

"Hey mom, did you have fun while you were out? Because I didn't."

"This sux."

"Fuck all of you!!!!"

"God, I hope my next 8 lives are better than this..."

The truth of the matter is that Monster seems to be enjoying his new 'do.
"Yeah Monster..he's a funny one. With his hair cut short he's a lot more active and playful...it's quite funny."
From now on, any time my boys give me shit about animal cruelty, I'm showing them these pics.
::::: | Wednesday, Jul 05 2006 at 3:08 PM
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chantel said:
I have no words. My cat would have slit my throat if I came at him with clippers.
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