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jeriendhalMother's Day we went visiting with Tracy's grandmother, who lives in a small two bedroom house with her son, and four cats. Three of whom I can't remember the names of because the first was apparently invisible, and the other two tended to hiss and flee when approached. The fourth...
Ye gods, the fourth however, Clint, was perfectly approachable. Not that he had much choice in the matter, because he wasn't exactly able to move quick. Because you see, Clint is a long haired black Persian mix who weighs in at 26 pounds. When I saw him curled up in a corner of Grandma's bedroom I at first mistook him for a large pillow, unil I saw his eyes. He has, as near as I can tell, no neck whatsoever. His eyes were dark gold and (for lack of a better term) "piggy". When petted his purrs were muted because they had to work their way through pounds of fat before breaking out into the air...
...and I wish I hadn't said that because now I'm imagining that poor creature doing a fart.
Ye gods, the fourth however, Clint, was perfectly approachable. Not that he had much choice in the matter, because he wasn't exactly able to move quick. Because you see, Clint is a long haired black Persian mix who weighs in at 26 pounds. When I saw him curled up in a corner of Grandma's bedroom I at first mistook him for a large pillow, unil I saw his eyes. He has, as near as I can tell, no neck whatsoever. His eyes were dark gold and (for lack of a better term) "piggy". When petted his purrs were muted because they had to work their way through pounds of fat before breaking out into the air...
...and I wish I hadn't said that because now I'm imagining that poor creature doing a fart.
