My ex-wife (Elizabeth) has a cat… a white Siamese named “John”. He’s meant to be an outside cat, but considering the wild animal population where they live now, letting him out there isn’t safe. He’s not doing well inside — poor guy has become neurotic and keeps looking at the wall, nervous all the time and peeing where he shouldn’t. I was planning to take him when I move into my own place up there, but since I’ll likely have an apartment, the situation won’t be much different.
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Oct ‘09: Per Google Analytics, this is the second-most read post on my blog.
This story is one of the first things I ever posted publicly on the Internet. Way back in maybe 1995 or ‘96 (maybe even ‘94, I dunno for sure), I tried one of those “Ten Gazillion Hours Free!” disks from AOL. C’mon, admit it — didn’t we all do it at least once back in those days? Well, the only thing I found on AOL that was remotely interesting to me was the Led Zeppelin discussion board. It was there that I posted this true story from 1989. It appears that the content of those boards has not been preserved anywhere online, so I’m going to tell the story again here.
Now this is hot:
Come on, Baby, bite my (Cat 5) wire!
