One of the conditions under which all critters come to live in my home is that they take vows of celibacy. Rather, such a vow is more or less imposed. All four-legged critters are taken to the vet and "fixed." It's not fair, but it is my kingdom, and the only one doing the wild monkey dance in my home is me. Well, me and the human of my choosing. hmmm, that sounds a bit too much like I'm running some sort of sex slave farm. I'm not. Yet.
Anyway, one of the oldest residents of our home is Toad. Toad is a zen kitty. Toad is always present in his world and totally at peace with all living things. He also has never taken the vow of celibacy terribly seriously. In fact, more than once, we've retrieved some bit of yarn, or stuffed animal from him before he gave guests a demonstration of his, um, technique.
Today, in celebration of the humidity finally letting up, we threw open the windows to allow for some fresh air. During our dinner hour, we were startled to hear a love-sick moose in our front yard. Upon investigation, it was no moose, it was the Toad hocking his love for sale to the whole neighborhood. Now, if the neighborhood critters paid in actual cash, we might not have closed all the windows.
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