Sunday, January 02, 2005
Smoke'Em If You've Got'Em
Once upon a time I took care of a cat named Lynda. Lynda was a stray in need of attention, in need of care.
I washed her and cut out her tangles. She looked embarassed.
I had houseguests at the time. I caught one of them with no shirt on, early in the morning. He had what looked like scratches all over his stomach. I, naively, asked him about them and he said that Lynda had scratched him earlier that morning.
I later found out it wasn't scratches, it was scars.
We've all got'em.
Once upon a time I took care of a cat named Lynda. Lynda was a stray in need of attention, in need of care.
I washed her and cut out her tangles. She looked embarassed.
I had houseguests at the time. I caught one of them with no shirt on, early in the morning. He had what looked like scratches all over his stomach. I, naively, asked him about them and he said that Lynda had scratched him earlier that morning.
I later found out it wasn't scratches, it was scars.
We've all got'em.
# posted by Die Brucke @ 11:53 PM 
