A New Wonkie in Town

Happy Friday!
I apologise for not having posted in so long.
I guess that I have been pretty bummed out that we were not going to have any baby
Wonkies.

Anyway, we have this other cat. Her name is Doug. That’s right, Doug

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The Salt Monster named her.









She has a son, Doug Junior, and they look just alike.



I don’t know why the Salt monster named her Doug, he just did. Most of his actions are impossible to explain using the limited knowledge of Man. Understanding the Salt Monster requires a depth of knowledge available to only the Almighty.

As you may know, Daddy calls all the cats Wonkie, so in his terms Wonkie is the son of Wonkie who is the daughter of Wonkie. For the rest of us, Doug was once a baby wonkie from Bubba. Doug Junior obviously was a baby wonkie to Doug.

Having established that Doug is, indeed, a female by the production of a litter of baby wonkies,



we now can say with a heretofore unknown level of uncertainty that Doug is expecting baby wonkies.

We base this on the fact that the orange cat about town has been about our home, and he has frequently left his cologne on our front door. In an even more exciting turn of events, he was able to leave his unique cat cologne in the air handler of our heating and air system which produced an overwhelming bloom of fragrance throughout our entire home.

Daddy was NOT amused.

In addition to the appearance of the orange rake*, we also have witnessed Doug initiating the mating dance.

If you have never been exposed to the mating dance of the domestic house cat, it is a bit like watching young sirens trying out for their place on Dance Wars: Bruno vs. Carrie Ann, which, by the way, should have been won by Carrie Ann. Her group had two hot chicks (according to Daddy, and three if you count Carrie Ann) and they were a whole lot better group than Bruno.

So, considering the evidence, we assume that Doug will, once again, be providing us with a few baby wonkies. Don’t get your hopes up, however, because there is always a chance that they will be dashed upon the rocks of despair just as they were with Bubba.

Speaking of Bubba, we have to give her a pill and some stuff that’s mostly alcohol every night to stave off the effects of her heart condition. We wait until night so that Daddy can hold her while we administer her treatments. As everyone knows, cats are quite fastidious at keeping themselves clean. They do so by licking themselves. There is not any portion of their bodies that they omit. Daddy says that he is quite sure of it based upon the smell of her breath as she is taking her medicine!

Well, that’s all I have for today. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.

Mommy and I will be attending the Winter Jam in Columbia tonight. One of the groups will be Mercy Me. They tell the story that they were trying to come up with a name for their group when Bart’s Grandmother said, “Mercy me, Bart. Why don’t you get a REAL job?”
So that’s why they’re called Mercy Me!

*Rake; Short for Rakehell -- one unrestrained by convention or morality; specifically : one leading a dissolute life; Libertine;

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