Lolita and I Have “The Talk” PLUS The Thursday Night Dinner Song: “Monkees Meat-Eater Medley”

Parenting a cat requires patience and petting and plenty of crunchy cat treats. It also requires honesty; which is why tonight proved so difficult.

Lolita approached me at my desk:

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“Dad?” she asked innocently enough.

“What is it son?” I replied.

“I’m a girl,” she hissed.

“Oh, yes,” I said, blowing a bubble. “How can I help you?”

“Where does meat come from?”

Oh boy.

Here she was, my little furry animal, asking the question no parent of a furry animal wants to answer. What made it worse was that earlier tonight I ate another furry animal–well not as furry, but slightly hairy–a pig at Fat Matt’s:

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Then it occurred to me that, in many ways, I’m a hairy animal too. I have hair on my head, hair on my chest (ha!) and hair between my toes. Lolita and I are in the same boat.

“Look, Lola,” I explained. “We’re all animals, see. And animals, by nature, eat other animals. Which is why you and I both have canine teeth.”

I pulled up her gums and tapped on her canine. She hissed.

“Look at Andrew for example…”

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“…he is an animal eating another animal. Does that make him a bad animal? No. It just makes him an animal.”

Lolita was unimpressed.

“Then look at Trinh…”

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“…see what she’s eating? She’s eating Andrew. She ground him up into a sandwich. That’s just the way it works.”

Lola began gnawing at my foot.

“Ow,” I said.

Thank God Mickey Dolenz came in and performed his Monkees Meat-Eater Medley.

Lola loves the Monkees, much like Marsha Brady. She bopped along, tail-wagging. I slipped out quietly. My work here was done.

Download The Monkees Meat-Eater Medley.

4 comments

  1. Lolita is the cutest. I love her movie and all of her adorable pictures. What kind of kitty is she, exactly?

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