Monday, October 22, 2012

the last book I ever read (In Search of Cleo by Gina Gershon, excerpt four)

from In Search of Cleo: How I Found My Pussy and Lost My Mind by Gina Gershon:

But that wasn't the worst of it. A short time later my sister's cat, Spotty, a female calico who was very prissy and never my favorite, got into a bit of a jam. Spotty was a drooler. A serious drooler. It was disgusting to me how much she drooled. You would pet her and there would be an instant drool puddle below her chin, dripping onto whatever was below. She was my sister's cat and so I never really got to totally love her. But we tolerated each other's presence. I thought she was a user and highly manipulative, and I didn't buy into her bullshit. She reminded me of one of those Park Avenue gold-digger girls who would marry someone just for money. She wasn't about love. She wanted quilts and tuna and to be pampered all day long. A taker. Never that considerate of anyone around her unless they had something to offer. But still, my sister loved her, so I was respectful.

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