Sancho, parte dos (originally posted 08/05/03)

To continue with the subject of the last post, there’s more to add to the saga of Sancho. So Chops and I got this cat, right, and we’re fucking feeding it Cheerios cuz we don’t have any cat supplies, but my girlfriend C-dub does. So we take the cat to her house, which already has two cats. Not wanting C-dub’s cats to kick the shit out of beloved little Sancho, we stuck him in the bathroom. The only problem with that is, C-dub’s cats can open doors just like those pesky Velociraptors from Jurassic Park, except instead of hunting in packs, these cats are content on being left alone to lick their own neutered balls.

We tie the door shut Mafia style with some telephone cord at which point I remarked to my erstwhile chum, Chopper Dave, “We’re treating this cat like it was one of those Ebola monkeys.” Ho-ho, guess what? When C-dub gets home she determines that Sancho has ringworm, a highly contagious fungus, but not actually a worm (weird). But here I sit almost a week later, with NO ringworm but also with no Sancho (who is receiving treatment in Ft Worth).

What did I learn from all of this? Well, I learned that I have a Sancho-sized hole in my heart that no amount of Vanilla Coke can fill, but I’m trying goddammit! I also learned that my spell checker’s word suggestion for replacing my purposely-misspelled “goddammit” is “goldsmith”. Strike one computer.