Post by Dan on Mar 25, 2011 0:21:29 GMT -8
I work with a guy, Dave, that lives in a small town about 70 miles south of Las Vegas, Cal-Nev-Ari. Never heard of it? I'm not surprised, it's about 400 people, if that.
Dave has a daughter that breeds Calico cats. One day about seven years ago Dave and I are talking about her, and I mention that I've always wanted a Calico. Dave says, "No problem. I'll get you one of my daughters kittens from the next litter, no charge".
So a few months go by, and no kitten. I ask Dave about it and he says something about supply and demand, and maybe next litter. A few more months, still no kitten. Now, this goes on for a year or so, and I really can't complain because he is getting me a free Calico kitten, after all.
One day out of the blue, he calls me and says to swing by the house, he has my Calico kitten! I do, and take her home. Tiny little thing, didn't look big enough to really be away from mom, but what do I know.
Doesn't really look like a Calico, either...
So we treat her well and she grows up. Neither Sugar nor I have never seen a cat with such a nasty disposition. Can't pet her, can't hold her, and god help you if you try and pick her up!
A few years go by and we have a party. Dave and his wife come by and the conversation turns to his daughter, and her Calico cats. I mention that Jenny, is, well hard to get along with, and ask how his daughter manages to sell any of her kittens?
"Oh, Dave says. That wasn't one of my daughters kittens. I just got tired of you asking, and I knew one of the feral cats had a litter in the desert, so I 'rescued' one and gave it to you."
Thanks Buddy, you gave me a feral, inbred cat...
Anyway, she is a little "off" but she's ours and Scooter and her are the best of pals now...
Dave has a daughter that breeds Calico cats. One day about seven years ago Dave and I are talking about her, and I mention that I've always wanted a Calico. Dave says, "No problem. I'll get you one of my daughters kittens from the next litter, no charge".
So a few months go by, and no kitten. I ask Dave about it and he says something about supply and demand, and maybe next litter. A few more months, still no kitten. Now, this goes on for a year or so, and I really can't complain because he is getting me a free Calico kitten, after all.
One day out of the blue, he calls me and says to swing by the house, he has my Calico kitten! I do, and take her home. Tiny little thing, didn't look big enough to really be away from mom, but what do I know.
Doesn't really look like a Calico, either...
So we treat her well and she grows up. Neither Sugar nor I have never seen a cat with such a nasty disposition. Can't pet her, can't hold her, and god help you if you try and pick her up!
A few years go by and we have a party. Dave and his wife come by and the conversation turns to his daughter, and her Calico cats. I mention that Jenny, is, well hard to get along with, and ask how his daughter manages to sell any of her kittens?
"Oh, Dave says. That wasn't one of my daughters kittens. I just got tired of you asking, and I knew one of the feral cats had a litter in the desert, so I 'rescued' one and gave it to you."
Thanks Buddy, you gave me a feral, inbred cat...
Anyway, she is a little "off" but she's ours and Scooter and her are the best of pals now...