Soft Kitty
Warm Kitty
Soft kitty,
Warm kitty,
Warm kitty,
Soft kitty,
Little ball of fur,
Little ball of fur,
Happy kitty,
Sleepy kitty,
Sleepy kitty,
Happy kitty,
Purr, purr, purr.
Purr, purr, purr.
C.: Thank you, officer. I feel much better now.
Well, these “Super Bowl Hangovers aren’t for sissies! I’m glad that the warden had a 60” hi-def tv brought into The Kennel to watch it, and the snacks were amazing, even though I thought that the filet mignon was a little overdone. Why would cats want anything but extremely rare meat? I mean, just (literally) knock the horns off that steer, wipe his butt, and put him on my plate.
And, I know that they’re inmates for a reason, but I really wish that the cleaning crew had done a better job of cleaning up the dog hair after the Puppy Bowl. That was a dog of a game, anyway. It’s little wonder, because both teams were made up of players who were dogs! I’m glad that the warden let the cats watch the Super Bowl. Since it went into overtime, it ended about the time we were really waking up, so we could go enjoy the dessert that the chow hall had for us, but, are they trying to kill us? I mean, chocolate mousse for cats and dogs! Someone didn’t do their research. Actually, I didn’t, either. I didn’t know that chocolate was bad for cats, only dogs. So, I ate some, and it gave me a bad stomachache. It took two days for it to get really bad, though. So, when the warden realized what had happened, he sent us all to the vet clinic in The Kennel and made the officers come in, even if they weren’t scheduled to work, and take care of us (so they won’t get sued, I’m sure). I just asked my officer to sing the “Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty” song to make me feel better. Now that I do, I want to finish my bhff friend, d.c. scot’s autobiographical manuscript about training for and competing in an Ironman distance triathlon. d.c. juxtaposes the events in his day-to-day life against the brutal training that this event requires. I’m on the last chapter, chapter 25. We get to find out if Jed finished the race in this chapter, so I’m excited! I may read along if you wish.
CHAPTER 25: CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE IRON MAN’S BODY AND SOUL
Great Floridian Ironman distance triathlon; Kissimmee Florida, October 21, 2001;
2105: Run course; mile 23:
Well, here I am at mile 23. It looks like I will finish in around 15 hours. Not bad.
This is definitely not just another day, though. I’m going to finish an Ironman distance triathlon! I feel so good! What’s that volunteer saying? I don’t understand...
Oh, crud! Who put that there? I didn’t notice that speed bump being in that place during the previous loops on this course.
Is my right knee okay? Can I finish? That would really hurt to get this far and not finish. Chris Legh and Julie Moss almost won before cratering. I just want to finish. Please, please, please let my knee go back into place so I can finish this race, even if I must crawl across the finish line on my hands and knees, à la Julie Moss!!
KATT!! CALCULATING EINSTEIN! FRONT AND CENTER! YOU ARE FREE TO GO!
C.: Yippee!!!!
d.: Not so fast, Cal.E., there’s something you must do first, but we’re out of time for today, so we’ll continue this tomorrow, right here on Cal.E.’s Korner
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