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Mea Culpa
April 29th, 2007
Retraction: It has come to the author’s attention that a certain geriatric* cat is very much alive and comfortably ensconced in the home of Mr. & Mrs. Next Door Neighbor.
In fact, these sources tell me, Baxter is morphing daily from tomcat to housecat, preferring kitty bed to driveway box, cat litter to garden dirt, and lounging to hunting. He’s even taken a liking to being scratched behind the ears, as the elderly are wont to do.
Therefore, I, Uppity Rib, hereby do publicly apologize for accusing Mr. Kevin Fixer of fabrication and conspiracy regarding the cessation of metabolic processes of the aforementioned cat. Kevin is “not only the kindest and most loving sweetie ever, but also the most honest and truthful.”
*Baxter is 19 years old, not 17 as I reported previously. He is 92 in people years.
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Ho Ho - now we all see how it is!
I try and do something nice and look what it gets me: a public accusation of cat-status falsification, a nickname that starts with “F”, and the prospect of more cat poop in the yard. Not even fangirls can make up for all the grief I’ve been subjected to this week.
A few evil ninja fangirls may do the trick though….
I’m so glad Baxter is okay! Don’t you feel so much better? But, this doesn’t even come close to making amends. You are getting off WAY too easily. Maybe you should put on your evil ninja outfit and sing the abc’s or something!
Hurray for Baxter!!
I could box up a cat or two, ship overnight with FedEx or UPS……would be there before you know it, meowing at your feet. Just to help. Anything for Uppity.
Phew! I’m very relieved that he’s okay. Sounds like he’s chosen the life of luxury. Can’t blame him for that. And hey, since you’ve noticed some of your cat food missing, maybe you’re on your way to making another friend.
Kevin, I never doubted ya for a second.
And Baxter is one fucking OLD cat. Bless his cantankerous lil’ head.
Yay! I’m so glad Baxter hasn’t met his maker yet.