Ollie the p i m p

Ok, up until this point I have refrained from writing anything in this blog about my cat as part of my general repulsion with single women (yes, I am single, and a woman) being obsessed with their cats. Secretly, though, I love my cat Ollie and he is a fantastic bedfellow. Lately, Ollie's been providing some night-time entertainment as well.

So I have this window that is reachable from the ground floor of the house, that I leave open at night so Ollie can have free rein of the house. For those of you who don't know Ollie (there are few of you out there) he is a 20lb lithe shorthair black cat with a black spiked collar. He looks intimidating, but he's really a sweetheart and pretty much everyone likes him. He has a pathetically high whiny meow that he uses to say hello and request things that he wants (like going outside) which is why I let him go out the window (it saves me the hassle of waking up). And now, to the real story:

About a week and a half ago, I was awoken from a deep groggy sleep to find not one, but two cats in my room! Ollie had made a friend with the neighboring cat (let's call him Frank, he's white with big grey spots) and Frank and Ollie were romping around my room in the middle of the night, knocking things around and causing a ruckus. I sat up suddenly, which frightened Frank, who proceeded to make a panic-stricken dash for the window. That's one story.

Second story: Last night, I am awoken at 4am to a crooning "mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow" outside my window. I notice Ollie looking intently out the window at two cats, this time Frank and another furry orange striped cat (let's call her Linda) are circling eachother strangely. Suddenly, the invetible happens and Frank mounts Linda and starts humping her. He even bites her neck trying to hold her in place. If this weren't strange enough (with Ollie and I as voyeaurs on this violent sex scene) another brown cat trots up and begins to watch. I gasped (out of the strangeness of it all) and all cats looked up at me, surprised. It didn't seem to phase Frank much, as he attempted to continue, but Linda seemed embarassed by my presence and managed to make a mad dash off the pimp stoop. And that's how we roll in San Jose. Kitty porn at 4 a.m. - the red light district outside my window.