My wife is away on vacation with her best friend. She's been gone a week and won't be back until next weekend. I miss her terribly, but that's not what this post is about. While they're out gallivanting around, I'm entrusted with holding down the fort at home and cat sitting for the friend. These are my notes from the first two cat sitting visits.
May 5, 2010
I met your list of demands regarding Angel; all cat sitting related boxes are officially checked. Since it's Cinco de Mayo we had a little fiesta involving nachos and margaritas. You may not know this, but your cat is prone to mood swings when she's drinking. I told her Cinco de Mayo isn't a big deal in Mexico, that it's basically US marketing hype. She glared at me, her upper lip sparkling with crystals of course salt, and she said, "Screw you, puta. You don't know shit about Mexico."
I didn't know how to respond.
Another margarita later and she was nuzzling against me and purring with contentment. Then she got all loopy and excused herself. When she teetered back into the room, a giant maroon sombrero sat cockeyed on her head. She insisted that, for the rest of my visit, I call her Angela using the Spanish pronunciation.
I like your cat, but she can't handle her booze.
May 7, 2010
Angel is doing well today. She has plenty of food and water, but I didn't give her any alcohol this time. I read to her from King Lear. I can't believe she'd never even heard of Shakespeare. She'd be terribly embarrassed if she knew I told you this, but she asked me if Shakespeare was one of the girls on The OC. And when I told her Shakespeare was a man, she asked if he was a NASCAR driver.
What are you teaching your cat?
Anyway, after a lot of explaining, we got everything all sussed out. She enjoyed the reading and thanked me profusely for the culture. I think we really bonded this visit. When I was leaving, I said, "Parting is such sweet sorrow." She purred with approval.