The Kitty Khronicles
For longer that I’ve been alive, our household’s been teeming with all sorts of animals, the vast majority of which were feline in nature. It seems only fair enough to honor them with a broad story arc that I call “The Kitty Khronicles”.
Each of the events detailed involves at least one cat and one bizarre behavior, either actual or suggested. Learn why you can’t live with ‘em and can’t live without ‘em. The first story is “Kitty Bile“, a tale about the convergence of state-of-the-art Japanese technology, animal vomit, and my dad’s ill-timed wrath. Following this is a journey back in time with “Wanna Go Schwimmin’?!“, a cautionary tale about mixing minor surgery, gourmet outlets, and supercentenarian cats.



November 28th, 2005 at 10:00 am
Oh. My. God. That’s hysterical.
We were always the last to get EVERYTHING. My dad was kind of a Luddite about that sort of stuff. Also, he had/has an ongoing war with all inanimate objects. No one was allowed to touch the hallowed Beta…and I was out of the house by the time he bought it. Now he’s got his stereo/VCR/TV/DVD all hooked up so that he can control it all from a big remote. He’s like Captain Kirk on the Starship Enterprise. Mom’s afraid to touch the thing because no one knows how he’s got it fixed but him.