Wolsamnoraa's Blog

Tippie NuNu was the neighbor’s cat.  Tippie NuNu was an outdoor cat and was often seen retreating to the shade provided by my neighbor’s broke down, four-door jallopy.  My neighbor was an idiot who lived with his mother.  It was to my amazement that she let him keep that car in the drive for so long.  Either way, Tippie NuNu would lie so that his hind quarters were hidden behind the back tire of the car.  Tippie NuNu’s signature look was a thousand yard stare into oblivion.  I never figured out what Tippie NuNu was gazing at, but I got the sense that there was no where else he’d rather be.  I could tell because under Tippie’s squinting eyes was a smile that stretched from ear to ear as he radiated peace.  Seeing that happy cat every day temporarily took the stress out of my life.  Every once and a while I would see other cats come by to see Tippie NuNu.  What’s strange is that usually cats don’t get along very well.  They’re defensive and often fight for their territory.  Not Tippie.  He just sat there and grinned as the other cats would often join him in the shade.

After several unsuccessful attempts to fix his rust bucket of a car, my neighbor sold it to an Irishman.  Tippie NuNu had nowhere to rest and suddenly days didn’t seem so great.  Tippie NuNu would pace aimlessly for hours looking for the shade that my neighbor’s car often afforded him.

One day Tippie gave up and took refuge in the summer sun where the car used to be.  Eventually, a strange cat wandered by and came to rest next to Tippie NuNu.  As I watched Tippie NuNu and his feline friend, I noticed that the grin returned to Tippie’s face.  I was suddenly startled to see that his friend was licking Tippie’s junk with such veracity that it caused Tippie NuNu to grin even wider and squint even harder.  Using his sand paper tongue, the young, feline friend was attacking Tippie’s boy parts as violently as a cat would attack a scratching post or new furniture.

Just as I noticed Tippie’s kitty junk bleeding from over stimulation from his friend, my neighbor ran from out of his house waving a broom screaming back, “Mom, another one of them cats is back and he’s milking Tippie again!  He’s milking the cat, mom!”   It was a dark day for us all.  Things never seemed as pleasant for Tippie as they did before my neighbor sold the jalopy.  I guess you just do whatever creams your Twinkie.  That was Tippie NuNu’s philosophy, anyway.