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When I lived with my kids in the blue house, which is now painted a horrid babyshit yellow like the Sarajevo Holiday Inn now, we had a number of cats.
There were the indoor cats, Flash, a Domestic TAbby, and Saoirse, a Birman, who was rescued, and highly nervous. There one night was a peremptory knock on the back door, BOOMP BOOMP, I grabbed an antique iron I keep as a burglar basher. It was after dark and very cold out, "Yeah Waddaya WANT I hollered in my meanest voice. I heard nothing, and being an idiot, i opened the door, prepared to bash someone, I wasn't in a nice mood, I'd had a shitty day at my crummy job, and the kids were driveing me nuts too.
I looked and saw nothing, then I looked down, there was a tiny sleek black kitten, he was sooo adorable. I could not bring him in because of the other cats, so I put out a blanket in a box and food and water. He tore into th e food, which was cat food, and a few fat bits from some meat. He would not let me touch him,
We named him Zherzhenski, after the founder of the KGB. Later a girl cat came to live in the yard, she was a Russian Blue looking cat so we named her Natasha, but I am getting ahead of myself.
One evening when the weather turned warm again, in fact hot, I had put our house cats in large airline crates with doors and dinner and boxes, and I opened the door to let in some fresh air mixed with mossquitoes, we lived by an irrigation ditch. I burned a lot of incenst to try and keep the mosquitos out. Anyway, I heard this almighty catterwauling and realized something was fightign with the cat, I yelled DOORS and my son ran over and closed the back door, I closed the front door, but a whiff of that unique skunk smell still got in.
The catterwauling continued, but not for long. The skunk took off, and the Zherzhinski at the rest of his dinner.
that's my funny skunk story.
Zherzhinsky kept the lace free of skunks for as long as he was there.