A little genealogical observation
Observing the feline these past couple weeks, and here’s what I’ve noticed:
- He’s missing a canine, and has bad dental work overall.
- He’s a chirpy little thing, constantly complaining, but is vague about his complaints.
- He makes it a point to sleep between the milliner and I, ensuring that we not touch.
- Compared with Frances, he’s kinda, well, slow.
- He’s absolutely fascinated with soccer, going so far as to repeatedly whack at the TV. I think he roots for Aston Villa. (Hence my belief that he’s touched.)
- Finally, unknown parentage.
Conclusion? I do believe our cat is British. It’s a burden, but I’ll learn to live with it.
The Tinman's Thoughts 
Marc said,
February 7, 2007 at 4:56 pm
The soccer picture is so cute.
Lisa said,
February 8, 2007 at 5:21 pm
Does he talk about the weather a lot? And if you stand still, does he form an orderly queue behind you? Then he’s definitely British.
Michel said,
February 8, 2007 at 5:30 pm
He just talks. A lot. He needs to be picked up and consoled.
In retrospect, I’m thinking he might be French. Because, wow, he likes running away from us.
vicky said,
February 9, 2007 at 3:37 am
Nah, I think he is just your average male, likely the bastardly son of a queen. She inadvertently fell for a toothless tom, and in the heat of the moment, she created your soccer addicted, tooth impared, whinning jealous male.
Aah, you know I’m teasin. You are lucky. he is a cool cat.
procrasto said,
February 9, 2007 at 4:28 pm
Hey – I lost a cat in Lincoln about 8 years ago.
He was a slow twat too – and a Villa fan. I always hated that…
You don’t think???
vieuxbandit said,
February 22, 2007 at 2:49 pm
My male cats tend to be more whiny, more sucky and slower than my girl. But they also have no pride and will get love any way they can…