Rascal was a huge, sturdy cat.

He loved to be touched and he had a funny habit of drooling all over if you just sat their and scritched him.

He ended up in my lap one and I absent-mindedly began to scratch him as he sat there.

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A few minutes later I felt a warm spot on my thigh and, to my surprise, saw that he drooled a puddle on my jeans.

I laughed and pointed this out to Gini.

She jumped up out of the chair she was in, picked up Rascal and began to apologize profusely about the mess.

I laughed - it was only cat spit, but she acted like the cat had crapped on me.



It was then that I knew she was a devoted animal lover. She treated the incident as if it was her own child that had brought shame upon the "House of Orange".


To this day, whenever I play with an animal that just so happens to salivate on me, I laugh and think of Rascal and Gini........