March 07, 2007

I'm not sure about this, but I think I might have crossed a line and molested my cat.

I don't know. I'm not really sure what defines molesting a cat. But if messing around with what turns out to be a nipple defines molesting a cat, then that's what I did.

It started like this:

"Mom! There's something red on the cat! Come here!"

When I got to my son's room, Yoda was sitting his bed, with her leg raised in bathing fashion. And there it was, a red spot that I assumed was a hot spot and that perhaps she'd developed an allergy or something.

I looked closer and thought I saw it raised a little and then some sort of a pimple on it. So I called the vet's office and made an appointment to take her in the next morning.

I went back and had one of the boys hold her down while I looked at the spot. She was purring and purring and purring. And then it dawned on me, that little pimple. Could it be a cat nipple? So I check the other around some more and found a few more just like it.

"Oh cripes! I think it's a nipple!"

So I called the vet's office back and explained my discovery. Dang tech started laughing at me then got her act together to cancel the appointment.

"Don't tell anyone" I said.

"But it's calls like this that make our day" she chuckled.

Yoda followed me for the rest of the night. Hoping for more nipple attention.

God. I'm such a pervert.

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