Guy
Guy is nobody's cat. He looks like he used to be somebody's cat but then something bad happened and now times are a little tougher for him. Perhaps it was the economy. We don't know a lot about him, except that he's dirty and he only comes by a couple times a week. I think he's got another 2 person family somewhere nearby. I wonder what name they give him. He got this name "Guy", from The Specialist, who started another story with "when I was a little boy...." and when I was able to stop cooing and kissing his forehead, the cat's name was Guy. Little boy stories are a giant weak spot in my otherwise logic hardened reasoning.
He's not a bad looking guy, Guy, but I'm sure he's got fleas or chiggers or intestinal parasites or the Swine Flu at least, so I won't let him touch me. My vaccinated husband cuddles the hell out of him when he's home though. They're so cute together, Guy gets all the love and attention he so desperately needs and Husband gets to change his clothes before he comes back inside. I prefer to support our grey lionish friend in more material ways, like salami.
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