Sunday, July 15, 2007
Happy Gotchaversary, Cocoa Puff!
Today is Cocoa Puff's tenth gotchaversary!
Puffy is the only one of us that Mom actually "bought". She had been at the South San Diego Veterinary Hospital to pick up my brother, Huckleberry Finn, after his dental work. She noticed a little cage in the waiting room and went over to sit beside the cage. Inside was a little black froot bat. The froot bat wanted Mom to pet him, but Mom didn't know if she should open the cage and take him out or not.
The little fellow kept trying to get Mom's attention. He finally tipped over his water dish (a margarine tub) and pulled it into his litter pan. He stood on top of it and reached his tiny black paw through the bars on the cage to tap Mom's arm. He was very gentle, but insistant. Mom thought that he was very sweet, so she opened the cage and took him out.
The veterinary assistant manning the front desk asked Mom if she wanted to take "Killer" home for a $20.00 adoption fee. And the rest is history ...
Of course, his name is Cocoa Puff now (Mom was gonna name him Chocolate Mousse, but "Mousse" sounds too much like "Maus") ... I call him Puffy Stuff.
Happy Gotchaversary, Dood!
Dictated by Toffee K. Ripple Fuzzypants & Feline American Angels at 11:40:00 AM