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Do You Want to See a Hairless Pussy?
You learn something new every day
I pick him up in my cab at the Walmart on 10th and Perkins, an old skeletal man with a bag of cat food and 2 plastic gallons of whisky.
“Thanks for coming,” he says. “Take me to the Wagon Wheel Trailer Court over on Magee.”
Lousy 7 dollar fare.
“You like cats?” he says when we get moving.
“I’ve got nothing against them,” I say.
“I love cats,” he says. “God put cats on the earth to give us peace.”
“I had a cat once,” I say. “She used to tear all over the house at 5 a.m.”
“Not my fluffy!” he says. “She’s very mellow. You should see her. She’s beautiful. She has no hair at all.”
“No hair? Not even whiskers?”
“Not a single one. People think I cut them off but I would never do that.”
“I’ll be darned. You learn something knew every day.”
“I have to put a shirt on her when I take her outside or else she’ll sunburn. If I leave her out there too long she gets sunburn marks on her arms where the shirt stops, like a farmer. Her head too.”
“Poor little gal.”
