Pussy

I have two cats.

Plus, I’m single, every so slightly chubby, over 50, and living with two cats (I think I already mentioned that), so I guess I’m that stereotype people are always talking about, which is bullshit.

Jackson Galaxy is the fuckin’ weird cat lady, not me.

I’ve never been a parent (or apparent… snicker, snort) but I do consider my two cats my babies.  

You can have great affection for your pets and not be weird, okay? I think it’s weird not to have great affection for them. After all, they love you unconditionally. Dogs… dogs love you unconditionally, cats do not. Cats love you because you feed them and they can take advantage of you. You’ll never gain the respect of a cat because of this.

They can turn on the cute when needed and they’ll let you adore them but you have to earn it and once you do, it’s only temporary because then they’ll shun you like yesterday’s breakfast; they’re hard to get, which is why they’re called pussy… cat, pussycat. Or just pussy. You fellas know what I’m talking about.

I think it’s normal to love one pet more than the other one too, don’t you think? To all you parents out there, you know you love one more than the others. Yeah you do, and if you’re denying it, you’re lying. Don’t worry, it’s natural to feel that way. One of your kids will always have something about them that annoys the fuck out of you because it reminds you of a character trait you have that you don’t like about yourself, so just admit it. The sooner you accept the fact that you have something about you that’s disgusting and not easy to like, the easier your life becomes, trust me.

For instance, the girl kitty… she’s adorable! She’s so pretty, with beautiful green eyes and super soft fur, but she’s a bit chubby. Okay, fat. She’s got that flappy-flap thingy on her belly that waddles when she gallops and it’s kinda gross. Plus, she’s always hungry and crying for more food which is really annoying to me. I’m always hungry and can eat with an astounding amount of gusto so that’s probably why I get annoyed. I don’t have the flappy-flap thingy though, although I can’t say other things don’t waddle when I run.

I don’t run.

Oh sure… when babies smear food all over their faces, eat with dirty fingers and lick the plate clean, it’s considered adorable, but when I do it, I’m considered some sort of a pig… that’s bullshit.

Anyway, the boy kitty is my favorite because he knows how to manipulate the fuck out of me and I guess I just respond to that more. Not that I would put up with that shit from an actual man. I… well I have in the past, but that’s history, I’m a much stronger person today, so now I can look manipulation right in the eye and say “Um, okay but only for a moment”

ahem

When the boy kitty comes sauntering in, I immediately shove the girl kitty out of the way with my foot so I can pick him up and give him lots of gentle strokes and kisses and he starts purring right away, which is how a pussy responds if you know what you’re doing. Most of you don’t know this because if you did, you’d be absolutely drowning in pussy.

Am I right, Tomcats?

 

Published by Clever Girl

Intrepid writer, reader and comedian.

15 thoughts on “Pussy

  1. I’m not drowning in pussy, but I’m fortunate that The Boss, the one who suffers my continued presence for reasons I’ll probably never understand, lets me take a dip whenever I want, and I’m content with that. Happy, even. And grateful, SO grateful!

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  2. I’m a dog man. No pussy here.
    I like the love, if I just wanted to be used for practical purposes I’d…
    OK, I’m married, I just don’t need a cat.

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  3. Hmmm. I am owned by two kitty’s too. They’re both black and try to kill me by hiding in the shadows in the hallway. And don’t tell anyone but I love one more than the other too. Lucifer is just so cuddly and affectionate while Satan is just like….ah….whatever.
    I don’t run either. Plus I’m 47.
    I think I’ma gonna follow you.

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  4. Charlee: “Hey, we have two cats here, too! Me, and the other one.”
    Chaplin: “What do you mean, ‘the other one’?”
    Charlee: “I mean me, and the one who’s not Dada’s favorite.”
    Chaplin: “You’re Dada’s favorite?”
    Charlee: “Why yes, I am. Thank you for noticing.”

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