16 Apr 2009



This is Elmo. He is Punk’s cat and lives like a Lord and Master. I got up this morning and was thinking (while he was calling for his food) just how pampered he is. He eats nothing but Whiskas cat food, and GoCat, the dry food that I give him for roughage. By the way, the Whiskas MUST be in jelly, not gravy.

I tried giving him other brands of food; he starved himself for days till I caved in and fed him his Whiskas. I think the amount of days he refused to eat was about 6! Yeah, it’s true cats own the people and not the other way around.

He is a big ruddy blighter too. From tip of nose to backside he must be more than 18 inches; throw in the tail and you have a damn long feline. I hate to de-flea him; he is strong and fights back. I have the scars to prove it.

On the other hand, he pretty much allows Punks to do anything with him (except spray for fleas), since she has been picking him up and playing with him since he was a kitten. In fact, he would let her pick him up even when he is hostile towards everyone else.

Punks used to even put him on a leash and take him for walks… not a wise idea since cats don’t really think the in same direction as a person. And woe to any dog that comes close enough. I see enough battle scars on him from his night excursions to know he holds his own in any melee.

Still, if I had a choice for a pet, I’d choose a cat any day.