Missing: One Blue Cat
Have you seen this animal?He limped out of the house yesterday, in search of sunshine and a patch of grass (to eat). I know it hasn't been too long, but keep in mind -- this little guy was born during the Carter administration. And his idea of aggression is guarding the water bowl from the other cat.
He does not answer to Blue.
He has two funny thumbs.
He really does limp.
He also wheezes and frequently vomits.
He will remind you a little of Sarkozy.
What else? If he likes you, he'll bump you with his head. If he doesn't like you, he'll poop in your stuff...which is why I'm not actually looking too hard for him. (That, and the vomit...) For the past month, he's been pooping on Lucy's new pink rug and on the babies' play mat. Naughty! But he does tolerate Lucy picking him up and carrying him around, and he also allows her to put him in time-outs in front of the heating vent, and he's mostly a very sweet cat.
"Do you think he's like an elephant? He's wandered off to die?" asked David.
"Do elephants do that?"
"Maybe it's Eskimos..."
posted by Mary Ellen at
12:25 PM
4 Comments:
Poor Blue, the most pathetic cat I've ever seen. Yet somehow endearing.
(I'm commenting often to make up for months of no contact and because it's a very slow day at work). Maybe he went to Ashville in search of Joe.
Indeed, poor Blue. The grumpy old man of the cat world. He's probably trying to board a bus to Boca as we speak.
He's back! He limped through the door last night. Drank a lot of water and promptly puked on the floor. And, of course, said nothing about his whereabouts for the past 48 hours... Eating sandwiches with Irv Slosberg maybe.
It's a good thing cats can't get online. I don't think your description would make him glow with pride.
And why are you writing about him at 5:52 am?
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