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`Raisen'
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A Strange Puss
Raisen (TM) is a strange little furball. She thinks
she's human. She relates human; tries to `speak' human (she's a highly
vocal puss - although, when she gets mad, her voice may change); wants to eat human; and has
an `attitude' human. When I'd go for walks when she was a kitten, she'd
want to go, too - be it on a leash or on my shoulder as I jog around the
block. And now, when I go for drives, she has to be there with me so
that she can watch the other cars and people going by closely and to make
sure that none of them are going to somehow end up hurting me. (At least,
I like to think that.) Raisen points out all the dummy pedestrians
who cross the road against the light so that I don't hit them - as much
as I might wish it were legal to do so sometimes. She warns me of the
other drivers who aren't watching - darting back and forth to each and
every available window to get a better picture of the whole 360-degree
scenerio. When we arrive at our destination, she of course wants to come
in with me, and can't understand those silly prejudous rules and laws
made to keep her out. But with a promise to come back out quickly she is
content to wait happily. (I usually don't take her anywhere in the car
unless it's a short, quick trip to the store for something where I know
I'll be right back out.)
Still, she can't stand being left home alone. Coming home from work or
shopping every day usually amounts to a big ordeal of loudly vocalized
mews when she meets you at the door. This is my punishment for leaving
her for `so long' without so much as a lunchtime phone call to let her
know I'm okay. After this, she might jump up to my shoulder so that she
can be closer to my face and offer shedded furs to my eyes -- and a few
whacks of her tail to my face -- purring as she does so. It's sort of a
mixture of "Glad to see you again!" and "But just do it again, Bud!..."
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