Wednesday Washing

So today we washed the cat, and it was an eye opening experience for everyone involved. I came away covered in scratches. Holly was partially soaked by the splash back while taking photos. Pepper the cat suffered the most through this vile act, but quickly forgave me as he hopped onto mat lap a little while later.

For those of you who don’t know, cats do not like to be washed, and they are only moderately comfortable when they can grab a hold of your shoulder and dig deep, supposedly so they can hold on, but I don’t think that’s the only reason.

It gave me an idea for a story, which wouldn’t be the only story to include a cat, but one where the cat is a dominant role. I have written about Cthulhu-warped cats, ghoul cats, and there’s an idea about house cats being upset that people don’t show them the proper respect like they did back in Egypt times. I love cats, mainly because i’ve known some wonderful cats, and when you meet a personality that sets a bar it’s hard to not take notice, even if it’s not a particularly tall bar.

Pepper is a toothless cat, with a fused leg, and no testicles. He is the spokes model for the downtrodden lifestyle, but he refuses to be controlled by his limitations, which is why he is such a wonderful person. When I met him last are years eve he made himself very clear that he didn’t want me on his turf, playing with his lady friend, and his did this by biting me on the back of the neck with his gummy ridges. This was the first time that a cat had done this, and instead of getting mad or upset I found myself loving this individual.

I think people could learn a lot from being more like Pepper, in that you can’t let a fused leg, or a lack of teeth, or even the limitations of a human-cat relationship hold you back from what you want. He is comfortable in expressing his love for quilted rugs and fluffy jumpers with sexual abandon, and it’s horrifying to watch that look of pure ecstasy on his face as he pumps away on Holly’s favourite jumper.

I’m not saying hump clothes, but be bold, be daring, and don’t be afraid to go after what you want. Stand up for yourself, even if you don’t have the teeth, maybe you can get your point across without drawing blood.





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