September 15th 2005 4:31 pm
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I don’t envy Buffy her Navin-sitting job. She doesn’t seem to mind at all, but he’s getting to the age where he is very active. He wants to wrestle and chase and although I could definitely hold my own with him, it’s a matter of dignity. I am wearing a tuxedo. The effect would be ruined if I was seen rolling about on the floor with such a silly-looking creature. Not to mention the fact that I would have to constantly re-groom myself.
As far as grooming goes, he’s not the brightest bulb in the box. All I can say is Thank Goodness Mommy gives him a bath everyday! Otherwise he would stink to high heaven! I have tried to model for him the fine points of performing one’s daily ablutions. This has been a useless endeavor as he has the attention span of Daddy! So I have taken matters into my own paws. Literally. Any time he comes within a foot of me, I pounce and hold him down and try to clean him. He likes it but then realizes that with me in such close proximity, and giving him such attention, I must want to play with him. He is not good at holding still. He wriggles around like a worm. But I am usually able to at least get an ear or two cleaned.
Once he is a teenager, he will surely take more interest in his appearance. Then I will be able to show him how to be a debonair, Bondish cat such as myself.
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