So my lovely, dear sister, who moved and did not tell me last week. But let's be real, she would have asked me to help her lug heavy things, and this I just will not do. She finally calls me since I have forgotten what a phone is or how to even work one, after several weeks with no word at all. My sister I guess is part nomad as she moves every few months. The last time she moved she took back her cat who I had been taking care of for a year when she was bouncing around after college. Pinkerton... sweet sweet Pinkerton who always smelled of fish and looked as though she swallowed a large ball and it was now making it's home in her belly, making her head look twice as small as it should. My sister took Pinkerton back from me almost a year ago as I was also moving into an overpriced apartment with my boyfriend, a nice change from my father's basement apartment (but you couldn't beat the rent.) My sister's affection for her cat runs hot and cold. She loves the cat when it does someting cute but generally ignores it. After a long bout of possible ear mites, she finally brings her cat into the vet's office. For a while my sister thought that the cat hated her since it was in some sort of discomfort and was not being treated properly. But regardless, the cat visits the vet and has all of it's proper shots, this is a formula for a happy cat now. Then she was placed back in her kennel and ready for the drive home. This is one cat that does not ride well, she crapped inthe car while I was driving my sister back from school one afternoon. Well Pinkers didn't poo, this would have been a clean up much to nice for my sister. Pinkers gets her rump up to the edge of the crate door and lets out her bladder. This in turned splashed on my sisters face and was absorbed quickly into the cat who had used her wonder twin's power to turn into a cotton ball and layed in the pool of warm liquid. In a way, my sister got what she deserved and I give high marks to Pinkerton and her aim, but onthe other hand... let's face the facts, there is no other hand, I think the cat did a great job. Sorry Sis, I love you, I know we've fought and not even I would pee on you out of anger or if your life depended on it, but that cat deserves her own cult following.
