As part of the decision-making process on whether to get a Burmese cat, my lovely ex-girlfriend is letting me ‘adopt’ her two prize-moggies for the upcoming weekend.
She’s also provided a handbook on caring for Burmese cats which I have been reading most assiduously over the past few days.
These cats require a mountain of maintenance as far as I can tell; thrice-weekly brushing of the teeth, daily brushing of the coats, daily playtime, twice-daily feedings, weekly nail-trimming and monthly vinegar baths. And…they must remain indoors at all times apparently to prevent to the risk of getting lost or catching cat-flu from one of the local ferals.
They are the Naomi Campbells of the feline world.
Well, I plan on re-training these pampered pussies while they’re in my care; my ex will thank me if and when she gets them back.
Bright and early Saturday morning, ‘Bollie’ and ‘Merlot’ will be taking a spin on the back of the Vespa; in a milk-crate strapped to the luggage rack. For the 10-minute dash across town they will be without their Cashmere lounge-vests in order to help better acclimatise to the harsh conditions ahead of them. You see, I’ve planned an ‘Orienteering Weekend’ for the two aristocats, whereby I drop them off in Centennial Park and they have 36 hours to find their way back to Cunt Point.
To prevent the possibility of starvation, I will incorporate a food-scavenging programme into their pre-course survival training; before their mission commences they will be shown photos of edible local fauna common to the Eastern Suburbs of Sydney. I will also teach them, by holding their pointy little heads in one, the bush-technique of puddle-drinking to avoid dehydration; the good news for them is that heavy rain is forecast for the rest of the week.
The only real danger lies in their heading south from the park instead of north, a route which would take them directly through the dark-heart of Asian-fusion cuisine in the Randwick area…
38 comments:
fingers, you really must attach a kitty-cam to each of their collars so we can track their progress. Or I can go and steal them from the park.
Crazy cat ladies unite!
Well, obviously these two pioneer/adventurers will be test-cases for my actual Burmese. Should they return unharmed I know it'll be safe for my mog to be banished to the garden for the day while I'm out, where he/she can do their doo-doos and spare me the shame of changing their litter daily.
One warning in the cat-manual mentioned the importance of always checking your oven before pre-heating, in case your cat had crawled inside.
WTF...
"luggage rack"?
now I know you like to talk up the size of things fingers, but come on...
Well you know those pesky Burmese breeds and the way they can work out a) which one the oven is, and b)how to not only open the door, but how to close it once ensconced inside. I have heard tales of dyslexic Burmese who have climbed into dishwashers by mistake, with dire results - they came out like Persians.
Mountjoy, if these miraculous cats are that mechanically gifted maybe they can drive themselves down to the park this weekend and let me sleep in...
fingers you've been banging on about getting a cat for months now. why dont you just get over yourself and do it.
no, you can put the whole lot in, which saves blunting your kitchen knives.
so they tell me.
FFS fingers. at least if you dont like it you can just re-gift it. some people return them to the breeders or the RSPCA or wherever they got it from. but i'd imagine you finding good use from a sack and river you evil old man.
Yeah sure, Mex.
They told me the same lies about my wife; "If you don't like her, just return her or give her away."
All sounds good in theory until you actually try and get rid of one of the bitches...
I just got a cat but not a fancy smancy breed. It is fun and cute but will suffer terribly as there is going to be no cat teeth brushing in our house. But it is a kitten and likes to attack my feet, sleep, play with his fake mouse and eat.
If this sounds like fun get a cat...
I'm torn between maintaining the high standard of residential breeding in Cunt Point...and not having to pick up cat poo every day.
I suspect that the poo will out...
I've found a 2 year old Burmese-cross (black) at some cat-rescue joint called 'Heavenly Paws' (or something.
Seems to have a small head though.
Not that I mind a little head...
Cross with what though?
Crossed with what ??
Another cat presumably, Tuna Breath.
It looks mostly Burmese (then again I find it difficult to tell one from a Siamese or Tonkinese) with some unidentified short-haired domestic genes into the mix...
Take a look yourselves.
Check out 'Sooty' and tell me whether he has a golf-ball sized head or it's just a photographic distortion...
http://www.happypaws.com.au/cats/adoption?b_start:int=10
Normal looking headsize, stop getting confused with yours Yasser.
And I meant what breed you asshat.
What about that 3rd photo...the one with 'Sooty' draped across the office chair like a louche ??
That's a pretty small head for a cat if you ask me...
I will give you, in every picture but the bottom one, suspiciously small looking head.
I chalked it up to weird photo angles, but perhaps there is something more sinister happening...
I'm thinking 'black cat'...maybe owned by a Haitian witch...sprayed on the witch's doona...witch shrank cat's head...
A small head will greatly increase his chances of getting stuck in a drain some day...
sooty looks like a normally proportioned head to me fingers.
one thing to sort out - sooty is a chick.
from memory, chicks love being mistaken for guys, so you two will get along famously...
I love the way you write AND make me laugh.
Well spotted Todd; I missed that salient piece of information.
I assume if you can de-sex a cat then you must also be able to re-sex a cat, so I'll have to ask 'Heavenly Paws' about turning Sooty around for me...
well, it can actually make a difference, as boy cats can sometimes want to wee on everything (although usually much less so or not at all once desexed) whereas chicks don't...
see, I am actually helpful sometimes. And I love how you make me laugh too fingers...
Yes, I did note in the manual that I would be advised to put gaffer tape over any unused power points as the Burmese males like to use them as targets when having a wee.
Charming habit...which I'm supposed to make safer for the filthy little bastards.
Newsflash: Piss on my powerpoints at your peril pussycats...
you HAVE to get sooty - its perfect.
By the way - whatever happened to Fuckface?
Fuckface hasn't spoken to me since she got back from her trip to Japan...
what kind of dumb-ass cat goes on trips to japan?
you must have more money than sense.
She goes there to get secret treatment for cat herpes...
I love the way you write AND make me come. Sorry to bring you down man but that babe is a 240 pound ex-Vietnam Vet, cross-dressing bikie. She regularly leaves salacious messages on my blog. I arranged to meet her once. At Central Station. But I got cold feet when I noticed it only had one arm. So I hid behind a baggage cart until she went away. Still feel a bit crumby about it. She was probably pretty 'armless. And I don't mind a bit of bike talk.
BTW You've hit the big time now. A link from Radar! Gosh and Gee Willikins! So far I've had 30 visitors.
Georgia, perhaps Tink just saw you doing it and figured it was easier than going outside all the time...
anita, im not a man...
Not yet.
Just the hands so far...
I suggest rowing them out to a middle of lake and dropping them in.
I have a similar opinion about exercise.
I don't attack my heart and it doesn't attack me hopefully...
Aren't you sweet !!!
Sadly though, that photo was taken in 1943 when my finger was in its prime...
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