Whimsical Kitty
Mysterious Kitties
I’m thinking of cats, real and not real tonight. I have some of both. My sister has neither, but she sometimes fantasizes about having a cat in her small apartment. Litter boxes are not her thing, though. What to do, what to do?
Big sister to the rescue.
For her sixty-ninth birthday I sent a furry cat that purrs when his back is touched and meows when you pat his head, but no feeding or litter boxes are necessary. This kitty is a furry toy — with very real feeling fur, Sis says on the phone. Since I ordered though the Web and had the gift sent to Texas, the black and white kitty and I have never met. My sister assured me he is adorable and “feels incredibly like real cat fur.”
Uh oh. A few years back I remember China was shipping furry kitten toys that were, in fact, furry kitten toys. Perhaps I shouldn’t have told her my fears. I wondered if I had spoiled the fun for her. She had such plans to show off her new pet to the neighbors. Now how would she feel? Would my loving gift freak her out staring at her from her chaise? I shouldn’t have worried. In a life filled with “Lucy moments,” my sister had simply found another. I knew it was okay when a few days later she wrote to tell me what she had named her new “pet” – Zombie.
Not Zombie - My very real Luther
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