Dodger, the fierce feline beast
guards the clothes basket
or, something like that.
As far as we can tell, he's now working on life five out of
nine. The recent demise of life number six is evidenced by that
grayish area on his right flank. The discerning viewer will notice a
three and a half inch vertical incision scar, proof that some things
are just bigger than he is. We think a car. The impact caused no
internal injuries (thank <insert deity of
choice>) but caused the subcutaneous adipose tissue (AKA
cat fat!) to go necrotic. He was a pretty sick kit-cat for a while,
and frankly, wasn't very pretty while he had some tubes in him. We
won't even talk about that shaved acreage there in the south forty.
If we had known he wanted kitty liposuction, all he had to do was
ask. This is Las Vegas after all.
Another thing that is bigger than him is chasing pigeons on (and off)
the roof of the house (life #9: the lower incisors; lives 8 & 7:
infections from cat fights). That rakish nose scar we can only assume
is from a turf battle ("When you're a Jet ...").
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created on Wednesday, April 15,
1998
last modified on Wednesday, April 15, 1998
picture taken Wednesday, April 11, 1998 by Hal Rager