Hello again everyone.
As you know, I am not particularly fond of cats. When I was a teenager, I used to threaten to shot put my sister Betsy’s cats into the back yard from the back porch. My friend, Frank, joined me in this prank. We would place one of Betsy’s cats in our hand as if it were a shot (large metal ball) and act as if we were going to throw them from the porch as far as we could into the back yard.
Of course, we never did it. But boy did Betsy scream and holler anyway.
We called this activity “Pussy Putting” (the word “Putting” pronounced in a way that the “u” in “putting” matched the “u” in “pussy” and the word “pussy” referring to the cat … not that other thing.)
That brings me to the point of today’s post. Hollywood is working at the City Cat Clinic (CCC). They don’t treat any animals other than cats. No dogs, gerbils, rats, mice or other critters. Just cats (including lions).
As a result, Hollywood comes into contact with many cats (and kittens) on a daily basis. As the CCC is in the City, she often comes across cats who have been abused or were born into cat poverty. When they come in they are often in bad shape. Some in really bad shape.
The other day, Hollywood had the good fortune to treat a kitten that was particularly cute. Even to me. So I had to share a photo of this kitty with my literarily challenged readers. Here she is.
Thanks for reading and stay tuned.