Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
In an amourous mood, or just being playful, Phoebe asked if she could post some pictures on Playcat. Playcat is a website that promotes perpetuation of the feline species through “healthy” feline relationships, usually while alone. Phoebe is somewhat vain, but she’s not that vain.
Thinking she was being over-zealous, I suggested she might try out that new ThomCat website. It’s especially recommended because it asks its users to encourage their owners to seek birth control for them through humane spaying and neutering. Shirley (formerly of Laverne and Shirley, But Laverne ran away, right after she and Shirley were spayed. LaVerne’s life (floozy!) is best told of under separate cover). Anyway, Shirley kept pretending to be disinterested, sitting in the corner of the couch, sleeping.
I began: “Phoebe, you know how you always seem to overshoot your goal? How, when I open up a can – any can – with the can opener you come running and take a flying leap up on the counter?”
“Yes! I was built lean and Great Furling in the Sky! give me wings!! I could soar on the summer winds for hours!”
I could hear Shirley’s eyes rolling like bowling balls down the alley. "You don’t need wings,“ I suggested. Your last flying leap put you over the kitchen counter and well over the can of soup I was opening. You landed squarely in the sink with last night’s dishwater. You remember how that felt?”
“Well, if you had finished the dishes like you should – must I tell your sponsor? – I would have stayed dry and lustrous. Instead I got all wet and messed up. And it was not last night’s dishwater … it was from 3 days ago!”
“It was not!”, I countered, sounding more offended than I was.
“Oh, yes! Just look. You can see the ring where the water stood before evaporating for 5 days.”
Trying to get back on topic, I said, “My point is this. I don’t think you’re really wanting to get the kind of attention that a gorgeous cat like you would get from PlayCat. Let’s just take some pictures and put them out there on ThomCat, and you can maybe try dating, Okay?”
“Okay,” she submitted. She can be so easy. And that is what scares me.
So these are Phoebe’s pictures. They went up fine on Thomcat. And I’m thinking it was that last photo, the one below, the one that took no effort or set up at all(!) that got her a response. Yep. But it was not from ThomCat or PlayCat. Instead of a playmate or boyfriend, she scored a volunteer position at an anger management organization for cats.
When I wasn’t looking, she posted her pictures on a website called FELINE_PLACATION.CœT. She thought it was a grand idea to apply for a nice playful vacation.
We get what we need when we need it, usually. Shirley got a much needed “vacation” away from Phoebe. At least for a couple days.
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