Custard has suddenly
remembered that she loves people, and now she
can’t get enough of us. She enjoys being
carried around in our arms, peering owlishly
over our shoulders, and talks to anyone who
stops by her cage. During her recent dental
surgery procedure, we took advantage of the
anesthesia to give her a full body shave and
release her from an uncomfortably knotted coat.
She is now nicknamed Le Poulet thanks to her
pinkly glowing resemblance to a plucked chicken.
Her nakedness has also revealed a splendidly
wrinkly and droopy belly which swings to and
fro as she trots around the clinic (she is allowed
some free time). With her beetling brow and
generally comical look, she is quite a sight
when she indulges in a catnip high, and it is
hard for us to keep a straight face. But don’t
worry, Custard, we’re laughing with you,
not at you, and we know you are beautiful inside!
(April 9, 2005)