December 23, 2004

what a picture

I dropped by to visit my friend catfish today. He adopted several stray kittens a month or so ago (he intends to take them to his soon-to-be-finished Country Mansion in MacInCrack County, Georgia and teach them to hunt field mice). The "kittens" are growing fast, and they must like the way I smell.

I had three of those fuckers crawling all over me. Catfish said, "If I took a picture of this, I could run you right off your blog. That's a cat-bomb if I ever saw one."

I told him that I was carrying a gun and if he reached for a camera, I was reaching for my pocket. He laughed. "Oh? You've got one of THESE?" and he whipped out a 9mm pistol from beneath his sofa cushion.

No, I didn't have one of those, I confessed, so I decided to allow the cats to crawl all over me. Catfish did NOT take a picture and nobody got shot.

Typical Thursday in the South.