Monday, 17 March 2008
12:50:28 AM (GMT)
My thesis statement before I begin: "Sex in the movies is never as awkward as sex in
I gingerly stepped into the sunny, crowded room filled with long tables, plastic blue
chairs, and most importantly, cats of all different shapes, sizes, and colors.
A small, scrawny boy sporting an Animal Shelter Volunteer tag waved a feather toy in
front of a gray kitten's face. It batted at it with razor sharp claws.
I wandered around the room, attempting to pet every single cat I saw. One round-faced
and FAT gray tabby meowed loudly, but wouldn't let me touch it.
"Whatever." I waved my hand dismissively and stepped towards a Ragdoll. It waved its
bushy tail at me and purred loudly.
"MEOOOOOOOOWWW!" A loud, angry cry echoed from under one of the many plastic chairs
littering the room.
I looked around in puzzlement and immediately spotted the round-faced, fat tabby
hovering over a much smaller ginger cat.
"CHARLIE!!!" the volunteer cried. "This cat is the wrongest thing ever!" He pried
the tabby off of the ginger.
The ginger immediately ran for cover under a nearby bookshelf. Its brown pupils had
dilated to the size of dinner plates.
"Oh, Charlie, are you okay?" the volunteer ran a soothing hand over the cats neck.
I stood there in shock, unable to register what had just happened. The gray tabby
was...GAY?! Charlie is a male name! What the...t-the...err...EWWWWWWWWW.
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