Posted on September 18, 2004 in Cats
Fiona, who we thought was a male when I first pointed to her at the home of the rescue network volunteer, has evolved from a waif into an adipose blimp. She levitates by means of four fleshy legs. The back two are powerful enough to propel her into my lap. This weekend she cannot understand why I will not pick her up or why I call to Lynn to remove her from my lap when she jumps into it. Had I the power to transmute fat into helium, I might be able to return her affection. Not this weekend when the place of her repose is marked by a small scar, swelling, and clear-cut pubic hair beneath all the cotton and the polyester.