You just never know with cats.
You know Liza Bean, don’t you? Liza Bean Bitey, of the Minneapolis Biteys, is just one of two hair-covered, be-clawed slackers I have living with me.
Liza Bean Bitey (of the Minneapolis Biteys) is a delightful, asymmetrically striped animal with a penchant for jewels, late-night drives (I swear, she takes my keys one more time…) and birds of all flavors.
She’s a bit of a Renaissance Cat. Whether she’s whispering into her cell phone, huddled in the bathroom with the water running (she knows how I hate that!), absconding with one of my better liquors, or telling the neighbors outright lies about how often I wash my bedding, she always does it with style.
Money-eating, sequin-encrusted style.
Well, that’s what you get, when you let cats in. Sure, I could turn her out, but the things she knows about me?
Not on your life.
So will I borrow her the money?
You bet your sweet bippy I will. I'm writing the check as we speak.
But this time, I'm writing "loan" in the memo.
Meanwhile, two hours up the road and in other kitteh-related news, Little Girl, aka The Fuzzy Little Slut, has given birth to her fourth litter of five kittens. My mother reports that they are all solid black and doing well.
Here's a photo of Little Girl and her last litter.
Midge’s Home for Wayward Kittehs is, once again, in business!
