Is it any wonder that I don't like cats?
Don't be fooled by the overalls and the apparent baldness - that isn't some old man midget, that's ME! At the tender age of nearly-two, in my Grandma's back yard, with her evil evil cat - Gummitch. Even now the name strikes dread into my heart.
My grandma just gave me this picture recently. She took the original into the photo shop and had copies made. Copies. More than one. Considering that Grandma uses a walker, this involved some effort. She thought I might like to have this picture. Why? You ask? If I knew this answer, I would understand a lot more about the world, and maybe about my Grandma, than I do now.
But look at me! I'm so little! I don't even have hair yet! Why did they put me so near Gummitch?! Why did they distract me at such a crucial moment? (Look - look at the trusting, innocent way I'm looking at the photographer!) Why, for the love of god, WHY didn't they just let me go on watering the garden with my little yellow watering can?!
2 comments:
Dude, Gummitch is totally laying some skin on ya!
And you don't look trusting in that photo at all! It's really more of a deeply suspicious half-smile.
You don't understand - Gummitch was MEAN. Doesn't matter what it looks like, that cat had hate in its heart.
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