The Boots Blog: 8:00 p.m. Monday: Houston, We Have a Rollover!
December 24, 2009
I began my lonely garage vigil at 7:00 p.m., having heard nary a stir from the garage from the flying feline today.
As I began the usual medley of Jaques Brel songs he loved, guaranteed to bring him running from any hidey-hole de jour, I became slightly panicky when even “Timid Frieda” failed to work its charm. So I launched into Barbra Streisand and a rollicking rendition of “Funny Girl”. With the inimitable way I have with “So, waddya gonna do, shoot the shwans, dese lovelies?” I glimpsed one oozy eye followed by a huge ear growth and a fat black cat waddling out of the darkness, listing slightly to the left.
My heart leapt with joy, but I dared not stop my singing. I jumped to “Look at that face, that wonderful face! It shines, it glows, all over the place!” until I realized that Boots was glowering at me for what he righteously considered my hidden sarcasm.
At any rate, he brought his matted, drooling, Quasimoto self to my chair. I slowly began our nightly ritual of brushing, and he preened and allowed my grooming. He was getting better! Boots, never one for hygiene, had the worst buttodah of his adult life (read “butt odor”), and I attempted discretion when I held my breath and avoided his rear area with the brush and God Knows with my hands.
When I finished with his back, he – ROLLED OVER!!!! If you know Boots, he is like a dog, and will roll over and let you pat his belly. So, he not only rolled over, I was allowed to brush his belly. Eventually his nose ran like a faucet with purring pleasure and his good eye gooped gratitude and I whooped and sang and brushed and figure – 8ed my smelly boy with glee and gratitude. My Boots is better!!!!! He has decided to re-join the Feline race!!!
As I finished our little nightly ritual, I turned off the lights and held him in my arms. In the middle of the garage, I sang O Holy Night with all my heart, my fat ugly cat in my arms, happier than I have been in a long, long time.
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