I am not at all afraid of my cat.
My cat tried to kill me. But I'm sure I had it coming.
It all started when I mocked my cat's ass on Twitter. Izzy the cat is—well, she's become a big girl. She rapidly morphed from an adorable teacup-sized kitten to a hulking mass who causes the house to shake when she jumps off a chair. Here is what she was:
And here's Izzy now!
She actually looks relatively slender here, due no doubt to her slimming black hue. She's way more of a moose than you can tell from the picture. In real life, she causes people to exclaim in surprise when they see her. She's not small.
I don't even know how she fits on this windowsill.
I know that this is partly our fault. Or at least it's our fault for not addressing the issue as soon as we noticed her rapid expansion. It occurred, as these things do, after she was spayed. When she figured there was no reason to keep up her girlish figure. She let herself go, and we let her do it.
Look, now her back-fat is causing her to slip:
So lately it seems that she is too heavy to clean herself. Specifically, she cannot reach her butt. And this is disgusting. I even tried cleaning her myself—out of love, yes, but mostly disgust—but the fur is all matted, and now there's no getting it out. It's clear that we need to take her to the vet and get the whole cat-butt problem worked out. She's also apparently incapable of cleaning her back, now, and let's face it, it's really hard to pet her when she's like this. Our love, apparently, is conditional, and the condition is "must not have pooplets stuck to ass when you rub our legs for a pet."
Oh wait, I just found a picture in which her enormous girth is revealed.
NOW YOU SEE. Quick, look away—I can't be sure what prolonged viewing of her Rasputin-like gaze would do to your brains.
I feel bad for her, but that didn't stop me from writing a Twitter about her ass. And not a few minutes later, I walked into the kitchen, and Izzy dashed in front of the doorway, causing me to fly across the room, landing on both wrists and one knee. I had to lie there for a while. Henry came in and offered to kiss my knee, but I demurred. Over the next few days, my knee turned all kinds of colors. My parts hurt. But it could have been much worse.
I have never almost been killed by a cat before, and it's a humbling experience. I can only conclude that Izzy can read, and that she's following me on Twitter. She's probably reading my blog. So I just want to say here that 1) my cat is beautiful, no matter what condition her ass is in, and 2) I was wrong to publicly mock her. Oh, and 3) I am sure that if we take her to the vet it will be so she can be admired, and not to have her hindquarters shaved and a tasteless diet food prescribed. In conclusion, my cat is beautiful. A big, beautiful beast.
If I don't post in a couple of days, you'll know that she didn't accept my apology.










September 29, 2008




Reader Comments (71)
My other cat was getting fat and neurotic so my roommate and I decided to get him a kitten. Now he has this tiny ball of gray bouncing at him at all hours so he's getting more exercise. Maybe Izzy needs a kitten.
It's about time for a monthly weigh-in and butt-shave, as a matter of fact.
The last time we went to the vet I had them shave him. Now the poop no longer sticks to his butt, but sadly it's growing back pretty quickly.
Baxter weighs 22 lbs.
Anyway, our cats clean each other too. Perhaps you just need another fat cat?
Thankfully, he only lost the ability to clean his arse that one time he had to go on steroids after eating weed killer. Whew.
And cats, they are always out to nearly kill you. Always. Be careful. She might try suffocation next.
By the way, the reading thing, don't doubt it for a second. We are convinced that Sebastian understands English. And not just simple commands or voice tones, but whole, complex sentences. It's downright spooky.