Furry One
February 3rd 2013 21:04
I’ve made a new friend. I called it Furry One for obvious reasons. I wish I was at good at making human friends as I am animal ones. Its fur felt silky. Like any friendly cat, it came up to me and rubbed its body against mine. I didn’t spend much time stroking it. After what happened with Grey One, I now tread carefully with cats – and dogs, for that matter.
Stroking it made me feel better after having that encounter with the woman with the pram.
On that same morning I was at my dentist’s having my usual check-up.
“Did you bring your pussy photo?” asked his assistant.
“Yep,” I said before pulling out my photo of Butterscotch, lying on Brett’s pantry. “This is my husband.”
She looked puzzled for a moment.
“The cat is my husband,” I explained.
“That’s how I feel about my dog. Sometimes I think he is more of a husband than my real husband. Do you like dogs?”
“Yes. I like all animals except for people. I tell people I have no people skills but plenty of animal skills.”
“You do have people skills but only with people you like. I’m like that as well,” said my dentist before he started to clean my teeth while she had the lovely job of sticking various instruments and mirrors in my mouth.
“I prefer animals too,” said the assistant while he continued cleaning. "You know, humans are the only species that kills for pleasure.”
Unable to talk, I nodded and gave her a thumbs up.
“Animals will kill or be violent but there’s a reason behind it,” she continued. Not like humans who like to hunt...
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