Ok my cat story.
Nonfiction.
When we were married we had 2 cats, Bob and Porkchop.
I named them both.
We got Bob first from Santa cuz my oldest , 5 at the time, kept bugging Santa for a kitty, SOOO strangely enough a gray stripped little bastard arrived on Christmas morning.
Although I was abievilent about this creature's existence at first, I saw what joy it broght to my children.
It started thinking it was gonna be all chummy w/me. Well I accepted it, but let no one think I turned into a cat-lover.
The arrival of PorkChop.
PorkChop was one of those orange-striped tiger looking cats.
He was hanging out in our front yard alot checking out Bob, having smokes w/Bob occassionally I think.
He wouldn't leave.
I tried everything.
I would set the automatic sprinklers on earlier hoping he would get a clue but to no avail.
Damn.
So I was checking him out closely one day and saw he had a tag on him.
The tag was from a VetClinic in ABELINE TEXAS!
For goodness sakes!
Did this kitty wander all the way from Texas to here -Az?
I called long distance to the Texan clinic in a dimoninvestigation.
Turns out the owners of PorkChop just moved to Scottsdale Az. around the block from us. After a little more investigative work I contact the owners here locally.
They reluctanly and thanklessly come retrieve
PorkChop.
But PorkChop dosent like this people.
2 days later hes back at our house hes back at our home hanging w Bob and my little girls.
We were stuck w/the little bastard.
Oh well.
It made my little girls happy.
Diamond
ps-
The Ex got the kitties in the divorce settlement,
no argument there.
Out-
DB9
[This message has been edited by Diamond The U2 Patriot (edited 04-19-2002).]