I showed up for an assignment today at a home in Decatur. A very friendly and very ugly cat rubbed against my ankles as I waited for someone to answer the door.
“It’s not our cat,” the man said as he greeted me at the door. “You can have him.”
He was missing both ears, so if I did take him I would name him Mr. Stephen Van Gogh.
If you don’t know me that well that’s probably not a very funny joke, but you’d understand after a quick story from my high school days. Ask me about it sometime if you have no idea…
Dude,
You have a tuxedo cat lovin’ on you. Everybody should have a tuxedo cat. We had two; now we’re down to one. And yes, I’d like to keep it that way.
Something was mean to lop off it its ears. That’s just not right.