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must say that I miss my wife. It's not that I
can't cook and wash thshes and make the
bed and do all those other silly things that
our poor wives have to do day after day,
year after year.
No, there's no problem there. It's the
danged cats. They're driving me out of the
remnants of .what was once a fine mind.
I'd rather live with a herd of goats than
with two cats, I've concluded.
Take one elderly she-cat who has been
spayed. She was quite content with life.
She is beautiful and very, very distant,
except when she's hungry.
There isn't a brine in her body that is
friendly. She just wants you to keep your
distance, feed her well, and let tier bask on
a sunny stair-tread. In return, she will
guarantee not to make a mess in the house.
I had just begun to tolerate her, if not like
her, after about six years.
Now, add a boisterous young torn cat.
He's as agile as an orang-outan, has an
appetite like a polar bear, has the manners
of a pig, and is sickeningly friendly.
He has completely disrupted what was a
fairly quiet, peaceful household.
He is driving the old cat out of her nut.
He follows her around, licking and kissing
her, until she spits, takes a swipe at him
and makes him back off long enough for
her to skedaddle to one of her hideouts. He
looks hurt.
All you have to do is settle down with a
newspaper and a cup of tea, and he's quite
likely to come flying through the air,
sending the paper one way and the tea the
other, as he seeks solace for his yearning
heart.
Given any encouragement whateve r,
he'll climb all over you, digging his claws
into your shoulders because he doesn't
know any better, smooching your face and
neck in a wet, disgusting fashion, before
thumping himself down for a rest on your
stomach or chest or any other part of you
that suits his convenience.
Two minutes later, he hears the old; t
Sneaking around, digs his claws into your
knee and takes a flying leap, off to court
her some more.
There's absolutely tio sex involved. He
just wants to be loved by a second mother,
but she is happy, childless widow, and
, w ants to stay that way.
You can't even feed them together. She
is a dainty eater. He eats like a wolf who
has just broken a long fast. Pitt down two
bowls. He gulps his while she is sniffing
hers, then shoulders her aside and gets
into her grub, while she bats him
ineffectually, then retreats in disgust to
sulk under a bed.
She is a bed sneaker-under, since he
arrived. And if there's anything more
difficult than getting a determined old cat
out from under a bed, I'd like to see it.
The only way to do it is go under the bed
after her, with a broom or mop. You wind
up, puffing, stuck under the bed, while she
has darted off and is under one of the beds
in one of the other rooms. She's as slippery
as an eel and a heck of a lot more cunning.
Meanwhile, during the half hour you
chase the old cat, trying to grab any of her
extremities so that you can throw her out,
where she should have been long ago, his
arrogant young nibs is having the run of
the kitchen.
. He's not a bed sneaker-under. He's a
counter-walker. And a cupboard-door-
opener. One leap and he's up on the
kitchen counters, strolling sniffing, licking.
Don't leave the butter out. He'll down a
quarter-pound, straight.
Give him three minutes alone and he's
somehow opened the cupboard door below
. the sink and is gaily into the garbage.
He'll eat anything: baked potato skins,
left-over soup, stale lettuce, fried eggs,
The only time I have seen him a bit
nonpulsed was on New Year's Day. Maybe
he had a hangover. I was half,drowsing in a
chair, and watching him out of a corner of
my eye, in case he took a flying leap and
threw his arms around my neck to kiss me,
which I abhor.
He'd caught a mouse, it seemed, though
we've never had mice in this house. He.,
would slain his paw on it, pick it up in his
teeth, chew it and swallow it. A tiny
mouse.
Thank —goodness he's good for
something. Then he'd throw up the mouse,
and go through the Whole business again. I
got a bit alarmed that he'd throw up more
than the Mouse one of these times, onto the
rug. I investigated.
He was trying to digest one of those wide
elastic bands, Every time he hit it, it would',
jump, so he thought it was alive and
chewed it and swallowed it, but couldn't
keep it down.
That's, the kind of stupid cat he is. But
he getting smart very quickly. When I try
to gab hit and throw him out in the SnOW
after a feeding, he goes by rne like a
cheetah going by a rhinocerous.
Sure wish my wife would get home. It
takes two of us to handle the two of them.
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WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 16, 1974
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Watch' your touches
If you have ever"just touched" the bumper of
another car with your car's bumper after a sudden
stop, then decided that there had been no damage
done and driven merrily on your way, you had better
beware and not do it again.
The Supreme Court of Canada has just ruled that
such a bumper touch constitutes an accident. The
court upheld the conviction of a Toronto woman, who
drove away after her car's bumper touched a Toronto
cab, of a charge of leaving the scene of an accident.
The woman did not see the cab driver pull over after
the "touch" and drove home, assuming that no
damage had been done.
The Supreme Court in a seven to two vote rejected
the woman's contention that she believed no damage
had been done, saying that she knew the two cars
had touched and defining that touch as an accident.
The justices' discussion of the case, as reported in
the Financial Post is fairly complicated. But the
implications of their decision apply to every driver.
Even if the other driver isn't around and you think
there are no witnesses, if you touch another driver's
bumper or lightly brush someone else's bumper
while pulling out of a parking lot, stop and get out of
your car. Then you can'inspect the damage and call
the police.
Believe it or not, you've just had an accident.