Robert the Persian Cat
November 28th 2007 21:01
When I was in my late teens, a blue Persian cat started hanging around our backyard. My sister, Susan, and I called her Robert after a DJ even though the cat was female. Robert liked to play in the garden and, as my parents discovered after doing some gardening, pee and poo in our garden. We never saw her going to the toilet but we did see her kicking the garden soil around, presumably, to hide her little presents.
My sister liked to wear sneakers and when she took them off, the room would be filled with foot odour. This led to the joke about Susan’s feet: One day my father said, “Susan’s feet smell of cat p*ss.” I thought this was hilarious as it was so apt, though I remember my sister being mortified at the time.
My sister now sees the humour in it and if she has foot odour, I will mimic my father’s deep voice and say, “Susan’s feet smell of cat p*ss.”
My sister liked to wear sneakers and when she took them off, the room would be filled with foot odour. This led to the joke about Susan’s feet: One day my father said, “Susan’s feet smell of cat p*ss.” I thought this was hilarious as it was so apt, though I remember my sister being mortified at the time.
My sister now sees the humour in it and if she has foot odour, I will mimic my father’s deep voice and say, “Susan’s feet smell of cat p*ss.”
Photo by Gourdo 1. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
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