| Wednesday May 2, 2007 | ||
| Sandy the cat. | ||
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The lady I'm about to be intimate with has got a cat and a kid and the kid loves the cat but the cat is doing a lot of meowing. She takes a drag off her Virginia Slim cigarette and then kicks off her Levi miniskirt and while she's kicking it off she says: "It's time to get rid of that cat." She's got smokers voice deep and kinda raspy but still female sounding and when she talks I'm wondering how much longer it will sound female and I'm thinking that when her voice gets really beat-up sounding (from her smoking and drinking) she won't be my type anymore. "Why is it time to get rid of the cat?" I say. She sits on the edge of the bed wearing only panties and lights another cigarette and says: "Honey that cat needs a boy." I like her southern accent and I especially like the way she calls me honey. When I was a kid I remember seeing my mother sitting in the dark and how I'd find her by following the glowing lit end of her cigarette. "Why does the cat need a boy?" I say. Sometimes I know the answer to
whatever question I've asked but I still like to hear the answer. "What if nobody hears her?" She exhales from her Virginia Slim cigarette and is smiling and puts her left hand on my face and says: "You ready to do this thing, honey." She often refers to our lovemaking sessions as, "This thing." Maybe she was a prostitute. Maybe I'm a fucking chore. I say: "I'm not sure I can perform with all that meowing." "Pretend it's me," she says then putting out her cigarette. We're laying alongside one another and there are lit candles and we're kissing and the cat is meowing and then there is a knock at the door. "Mommy Sandy is hurt." Her little girl calls the cat Sandy. The mother stops kissing me and says: "Sandy is fine honey. She's singing. Cats like to sing. Go back to bed." Her little girl says: "I love Sandy and she loves me, too." Her daughter isn't at the door anymore and I can hear the little girl talking to the cat and the meowing isn't as loud anymore 'cause the cat is in the bedroom with her. Says the woman I'm with: "Tomorrow I'm getting rid of that cat." I say:
"But she loves Sandy."
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