Wednesday, September 21, 2005
This is not the Tucker that cuts our hair and gives me Twat-Shaped Chocolate.
This is the ginger tabby that belongs to one of Elder Daughter’s roommates.
Unlike Hakuna and Matata, Tucker is not Mr. Cuddly-Pants. Take liberties with him, and you are likely to be trying to cram your viscera back where they belong after he opens you up like a can of beans. Even so, he has the Kitty Nesting Instinct.
Yeah, Tough Guy. You’re not fooling us, ya Pussy-Cat.