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Everything I do, it's the first time
Jan. 20th, 2010 09:01 pmI'm here typing on the computer and thinking, this is the first Tuesday that I haven't had a cat since October 21, 1980... the first time I've nuked a Marie Callender's Fish Fillet dinner without a cat waiting to lick the empty dish since, well, ever, because Marie Callender's Fish Fillet dinners didn't exist in 1980... the first load of towels to go in the laundry, pretty necessary as a number of them are carrying that dying-cat odor you don't want me to describe... the first time I this, that & the other since my Sparky was cast into Kitty Heaven by a friendly murderer VET, I mean VET, what the hell, I asked the guy to do it, what am I planning revenge against him for?
Oh, I'm not really planning revenge. But if I were, it would be my first catless revenge since the Carter Administration. I should make clear that Sparky wasn't that old, but I had another cat before I got him. And now I don't have a cat at all.
The up side is, now for the first time in a generation, I can close my bedroom door. I haven't had a reason to in, uh, a generation, but the principle is sound.
Oh, I'm not really planning revenge. But if I were, it would be my first catless revenge since the Carter Administration. I should make clear that Sparky wasn't that old, but I had another cat before I got him. And now I don't have a cat at all.
The up side is, now for the first time in a generation, I can close my bedroom door. I haven't had a reason to in, uh, a generation, but the principle is sound.
