For all his tail wagging, growling at the door and toilet water drinking, I'm pretty certain that Skeeter sees himself on a different plane than a dog. Sounds like a wonderful cat, though, one loved so greatly loved by Herman, the Guy.
And I'm glad that point was clarified. Let it be known that among all those in this world who have struck up close relationships with members of the feline species there are none who love them more or are more dedicated to them than Guys such as Herman and the Frostfrog. Let us, once and for all, put an end to this sexist stereotyping of cat people as female. I tell you, I have traveled far and wide - from the drifted tundra of the high Arctic to the baking sands of the low desert, from the most solitary spot in the wilderness to the heart of the teeming city - seeking out cats and their humans, and among them have found many, many men so full of love, so proud to stand by their cat.
As for me, though, I prefer not to be called the Daddy of the cats who reside here. They are my buddies, my good cat buddies and that is what our relationship is. We are friends; the best of friends.
While I am glad for Skeeter and Herman, I can not help but feel bad for that poor little girl at the pet store. I would not be surprised to learn that even now she sometimes weeps at night for the cat that she did not have the money to bring home and so had to surrender to a guy, doubtless much bigger than she.
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