Monday, June 21, 2004
How can I put this in words? This is one of the stories Alan told me tonight about his day. He came home early to put his foot up and recover from driving rush hour traffic with a sprained right ankle. Tora is our oldest cat. Although he's mellowed over the years, he has no manners and tends to bite. I think this is because he was socialized by a large, neutured male dog - nothing I did ever had any effect on him - and equates biting with showing affection. Anyways, Alan was sitting on the couch with the coffee table just six inches away from the couch. He'd finished his Jimmy John's sandwich and the wrapper was on the coffee table. Tora somehow bridged the gap between the couch and the coffee table, just lying down with his medium sized 9 pound body. Tora was just a couple inches from the sandwich wrapper and was stretching out trying to do his usual snatch and run. Alan, somewhat awestruck at his position, said he looked like a turtle. Then Alan poked him to get him away from the sandwich wrapper and the cat freaked out. He stood on the couch next to Alan for a long time just looking at him and Alan thought he was going to bite his arm off. Alan said it was like the cat was thinking, "You f*ked my perfect position up and now I'm going to kill you."