Anyway, Frances was always trying to get out of the house, which, clearly a hairless cat cannot be an outdoor cat -- I like to imagine based on his appearance that he just had a certain natural talent for plotting evil -- and his escape strategies grew remarkably advanced. I still don't know quite how he did it, but one day he managed to jump through the bars (positioned at least four feet of the ground) of the storm door before I left the house, and not realizing he had gotten out, I left and came back a few hours later to find him sitting on the front porch having attained a complexion somewhat akin to raw bacon. My ex was really pissed at me for a long time about that.
Actually, I'm pretty sure it's one of the many reasons I now have an ex-wife. Probably that and my rage problems.
So that's my cat story. Now take to the comments, dear reader, and tell us yours. To the writer of our favorite cat story we will award two tickets to the Springtime in the Rockies Cat Show (where there will be many a bald cat; they're called "sphynx cats," by the way), happening all this weekend at the National Western Complex (10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Saturday and 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. Sunday). Can't make it? Make sure to check out our Twitter feed @westwordculture, where we'll be live tweeting pics of weird cats galore.
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Bonus! And here's a ridiculous video Thorin Klosowski made about his three-legged cat!
The Trio Movie from 60 Seconds on Vimeo.