Since I decided to name this blog Great Big Cat, I thought it was only proper that I mention the furry little guys that let me live with them. They both have interesting personalities and lives that any human would envy. Take my friend of twelve years or so, Mister Woobie. Yes, that’s right, my cat is named Woobie. Remember the movie Mr. Mom? Maybe not. But anyway, the kid’s security blanket in that movie was called a ‘woobie.’ So, Woobie, he’s quite the playboy. Women love Woobie. Many a night Tara and I would turn down the street to our house only to see a limo speeding off. Who knows, perhaps it was filled with Playboy Bunnies, and they had just dropped off Woobie after an evening at the mansion. He probably had just enough time to hide his smoking jacket and pipe before we walked in the door.
Cats or Space Aliens?
Here is something to ponder: Woobie left Los Angeles on July 31, 2008. Hef shutdown the Playboy Mansion for parties right around that same time. Coincidence? Woobie is the handsome guy on the left in the photo btw.
Then there is Juniper, the pretty orange girl on the right. She has no desire to take part in Woobie’s parties. When he throws a party she usually mills about just saying ‘meh’ in response to everything. Woobie loves a good gin martini and has a hard time understanding a teetotaler like Juniper. I suspect though that it’s all an act. Juniper probably carries around a small flask in her loose skin, taking a little nip of something medicinal from time to time.
I’m getting looks from both of them now. I suppose they don’t approve of what I’ve written. I may be abducted tonight after they report what I’ve written about them to the mother ship. If I awake to some strange aches I know who I’m blaming.
Maybe I can post more cat stories when they aren’t watching me!
