Just a few random thoughts since I took in my late sister’s kitty Buzz, for your amusement.
Poor Buzz. It seems to be his fate to go through life being snubbed by other kitties. Actually, I can kinda see why.
My kitties Marvin and Teddums are very intelligent boys with a lively sense of humor. They enjoy tagging people and playing subtle pranks, on humans and each other. Their humor, for cats, is what you’d call…………….sophisticated. They are very savvy about how to mess with you and that it is funny, and why it is funny.
So along comes this guy Buzz with his loud purr, his big feet and his pushy manner and used-car-salesman cluelessness — telling bad jokes and taking up all the good snoozing spots. Is it any wonder they roll their eyes and make fun of him behind his back?
It’s like here’s Johnny Carson and Bob Hope on the Tonight Show, trading zingers and witty repartee and suddenly Rodney Dangerfield stumbles on stage, in his checked sportcoat and white shoes, and wonders why he can’t get no respect.
In real life, of course, this analogy totally doesn’t hold up. I’ve seen Rodney Dangerfield on the Tonight Show — he was hilarious every single time and Johnny loved him.
Perhaps a more apt comparison would be a peculiarly Minnesota one. This is like discovering Mel Jass has moved into your nursing home. And he wants to sit with you and your friends at lunch. Every. Damn. Day. You Minnesotans will know what I mean.
(No disrespect intended to the late great Mel Jass. We loved him. But his TV persona WAS That Guy. I actually saw him get booed once at the Aquatennial Parade in the early 1970s. I felt kinda sorry for Mel then. Just as I feel kinda sorry for poor old Buzz now.)
I will say this. For the humans here at Casa Rose, at least, there is never a dull moment. Hugs to all.