Exhibit c010: CAT LOVE
Apart from a couple days of head-smacking role-enforcement,
Ble and Coleman have gotten along swimmingly - maybe too swimmingly.
They sleep together and if one wakes up before the other, she walks
right over and begins bathing her sleeping friend. Sometimes Ble will
pad over to me, still in a sleepy daze, and I can usually tell if shes
just been treated to a Coleman tongue bath because her fur will smell
like Colemans filthy mouth. I havent the heart to tell her
that shed be better off without such personal luxuries, considering
the net effect.
Initially this brand of love was staggeringly pleasing
to me. I set up one photo shoot after another, shocked that two cats
could behave so sweetly toward each other. I called friends and family
and boasted of my excellent judgement. I posted ads in the Village Voice,
offering pay-per-view peepshows to feline perverts. I made a pretty
penny then the demands began.
The cats started requesting wigs and fancy garters and
perfumes. They wanted essential oils and threw ridiculous parties with
K.D. Langs cats. I would have to stay out of the apartment if
a leather stocking was hanging from my doorknob. It was humiliating,
suddenly, to discover my cats were really in love in ways I couldnt
One perquisite has come out of all this love. If Coleman is peacefully resting, one can grab Ble and just place her in front of Colemans face to get her to start applying a tongue bath. Its become a reflex. This has had its advantages, not the least of which is that I no longer need to clean Bles asshole with toilet tissue. I have found another means. Its all about mastering the approach, really.