As soon as I noticed the house across the road catch fire I filled up a bowl of water and set it down in front of my cat. “Drink up, buddy,” I told him. He didn’t seem interested, but I had another trick up my sleeve: I knew that cats absorb a lot of liquid through their food, so I lightly seared a nice, fresh piece of tuna on both sides and put it in his bowl. He ate it, then drank a little water. Perfect. I picked him up and raced out the front door, but the house had already burnt to the ground. There was nothing left for him to douse with his urine. The fire chief noticed me and nodded. “Slow eater, huh?” he asked. That’s right, I replied. Thank you for trying to save my home, said the little girl who used to live in the house that had burned down, clutching a small doll and shivering in the evening air. I ignored her. I had bigger problems to worry about now, like how to manage all the cat urine that would soon be coming out of my cat.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 22:30:26 +0000
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