What the heck is a Keetain?
Well, it's a cat, m'kay? The word just fell off my tongue, born of the bizarre, silly voice I -- along with millions of other pet owners -- use to communicate with our uncomprehending but nevertheless slightly embarrassed companion animals. And often with our babies, though if we are truly conscientious parents we stop that at the age of 20 or so. My "pet voice" is a cross between Alvin the Chipmunk and an Appalachian grandmother on Dexedrine. So mah Keeeeetains they is, 'Tains for short. This blog is intended for cat folk, although the conversation may drift to other species and phyla. I hope to educate, amuse, or simply waste space on the interwebs. And I'll try to stay on topic.
The Players:
Keetain Boah 1: Sebastian "Spanky Pete" Flyte, age 6, Domestic Shorthair
Keetain Geeerl: "Poor Starving" Julia Flyte, age 6, Domestic Shorthair
And, God help us . . .
Keetain Boah 2: Keaton, a/k/a "Baby Huey," age 2, Domestic Hazard
The Innocent Bystander: Birdy, a/k/a "Da Ooch," age twentysomething, Senegal Parrot
The Zookeepers: Mark "How did THIS happen?!?" Suher and Catherine "Eleven Cats Pretty" Hiller LaValle, both forever 20, the age at which they met
More to come.
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