A man on a business trip to Las Vegas heard about how good the Las Vegas prostitutes were so on his first night there, he decided he would go out and try his luck. He walked outside his hotel and looked up and down the street and saw an attractive girl standing on the corner. He approached her and asked her if she is working tonight and sure enough she said “Meet me in room 804 across the street.” He was in luck. She was a knockout. They got to the room and he sat down anxiously on the edge of the bed. She asked him what he wanted and he thought for a second, then said “How much for a hand job?” She said, “300”. His eyes popped open and he asked “300?” She said, “Walk over to that window and open the curtains”. He proceeded. “See that motel down there? I own it, and I didn’t inherit it. I’m that good.” He was like, “well go right ahead honey”. So she proceeded to give him the best hand job he ever had. After a little rest he thought, if that was that good…”How much for a blow job?” She said “600”. OH MY GOD! was his reply. She told him to walk back over to the window. “See that 15 story hotel? I own it and I didnt inherit it. I’m that good.” He said “Well get to work then sweetie.” And sure enough he got the best blow job he ever received. After a little “rebuilding” time he thought, if that was that good… “How much for sex?” She chuckled and said, “Honey, I’d own this whole damned town if only I had a pussy.”
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The "Other" Child
While I have been giving Gail plenty of attention over the past year and a half, I have not given much if any attention to Alex in this space. Born somewhere around July 15, 2009, Alex is soon to be 12 years old. I got him off Craigslist after my previous cat passed away. The people who were giving him away said that he had been abandoned on their porch. Alex immediately took to his new forever home and soon after learned to come when I called his name.
For almost a decade, Alex has suffered from a kind of bulimia. Whenever I bring it up, the vet repeatedly defaults to the notion that it is hairballs, but hairball remedies do not improve the condition. No, it is more akin to what they call "scarf and barf". He eats, he barfs, he eats again, he is fine... mostly. I have tried many techniques for dealing with this, but nothing has ever proven to be long term effective.
Recently I have found pureeing his canned cat food in an old mini food processor has halted his bulimic patterns. I fear it might not be enough though. Alex has been very thin and tired looking, with a permanently furrowed brow. There is no nice way to say it. I'm getting that EOL vibe.
Please, God, just let me wrong about this for a change. Alex is a good cat, and honestly I don't think I'll be able to get another cat until after Gail is gone. The thing is, I've always had a cat around, and I don't like the idea of not having one. The house would feel too empty.
So let us hope the pureed food turns things around for Alex. Even if he looks like a grumpy old man, I hope he can live another decade or more. In some ways, I even hope he outlives Gail.
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