This is Santori Whisky Kurowa-san

Whisky is 4 months old and has been my resident furry animal for all of 4 weeks.

Soon, two more furry animals will be taking up residence with us. Sambal, who is 3/4 German Shepherd and 1/4 Labrador, and Carbon Copy a.k.a Carbo, who is 1/2 German Shepherd and 1/2 Labrador. Both of them are 4 months old.

Why am I doing this? I've always wanted a cat. I can't live without dogs. I'm greedy.

I wonder whether I'm making a big mistake in thinking I can tweak an ancient animal enmity. I have two pictures in my mind. One of Whisky, Sambal, and Carbo sleeping peacefully in one big cuddly heap. And another of Whisky... No never mind, it's too horrible to write it down. If things work out, it will be bliss!

My first-ever cat, Ikura, was killed by neighboring dogs just six-weeks into his residency. That was last year, and I've moved from that place now. In some twisted subconscious semi-perverted corner of my mind, I am attempting to rectify the death of Ikura, to turn enemies into friends.

It strikes me how a lot of the things I've been trying to do in my thirty-somethings are attempts to rectify past wrongs. And it strikes me how much the words rectify and rectum are alike. If rectification fails, you end up with your head up your own rectum.

Just look at Whisky. If this family-making experiment fails, I will have failed him, the dogs, and messed up a whole lot of karma.

Comments

Anonymous said…

Ikura is gone??????
This is how out of touch I've been. So sorry to hear that.

So, do your new dogs descend from the venerable line of Pomo et al?

Cor

29 July 2008 at 22:24

padma said…

Hi Cor, we lost Ikura to the jaws of the neighboring dogs shortly after your lovely long visit. Now that we have new animals, you should visit again! Yup, these pups are Pomos. Carbo is from Raya, and Sambal is from Arabica. All in the family! Will post an update on the trio soon.

2 August 2008 at 07:52

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