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“Ah, here she comes.”
“Who?” Vittoria asked.
“Pushi. Our cat, who you recently named. Do you hear her?”
“No.”
I bent down, put my hand out. Pushi approached in tentative steps. “Meooooow. Meoooow!” she cried.
“Oh, yes! I hear her.”
“As usual, she’s looking for something good to eat. She’s sniffing my spaghetti.”
“You’re eating right now?”
“No, I just finished making it and put the plate on my chair near the computer, and since it was time, I dialed your number. And I was surprised that you answered because I didn’t think you would, since it’s the weekend.”
“They haven’t come yet,” she said.
“Don’t worry. They’re packed in buses and are on their way.”
“Yes, that’s true. You’re in Italy, so you know about these family gatherings.”
“They all just love to huddle together in a tight group, side by side.”
“Uh-huh. And when I tell my mother that I want to stay in my room she looks at me funny. She thinks I'm crazy. Of course she thinks you’re crazy too.”
“Ha! And she has three good reasons.”
“What are they?”
“One, I’m an outsider, not at all Italian. Two, she knows I intend to put my hands on her daughter. Three, if I can’t be with you I prefer solitude. No matter how long it takes.”
She laughed. “I’m glad. So when are you going to come and take me out of this place, where I don’t belong?”
I paused. “Soon.”
“Promise?”
“You can count on it.”



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I absolutely love your writing and your photography, but you can't mistake a female cat for a male feline.

Did you go to school for writing or just develop on your own?

(pardon my drunken questions)

Many thanks for your kind & generous comments.

That Pushi is female is beyond doubt, mainly because she has no discernable balls. There is other evidence, equally compelling. But that's for another story.

I established a professional career as a writer, editor, and photographer without a university degree, and when I was 40 I decided to go back and get a BA in Journalism from a private liberal arts college in eastern Pennsylvania just to show the blueblood ivy league doubters that my intellectual pretensions were not bogus.

That, too, is for another story!






Absolutely, man! Totally deserving, I assure you.

Pushi in no way could be female. I consider myself an avid feline lover and she's just got too big of a beak to be female! *laugh* I guess that's open to debate, though. But damn... that doesn't look like a female cat that I've ever seen.

If you don't mind me asking, how did you begin, and when (agewise) did you begin to establish your career in those fields? I would be most interested not only in hearing those specifics, but of reading more of what you've done professionally... if you don't mind spilling. *smile*

Peace

Males aren't calico.

it's not sposed to happen, but it seemed like when i started looking for it, it became obvious there were no calico males, but then every once in a great while one would turn up. male tri0color tortoiseshells too.

question for fiorio - is vittoria's charachter sposed to be blind or something like that?

I'm an empiricist, so just 30 seconds ago I grabbed Pushi, turned her over, and carefully inspected her naughty bits, as the Brits like to put them.

I observed two orfices directly beneath her tail, one anal, one vaginal. NO sign of testicles or penis. To my untrained eye, this is a female.

As for my career, well, in high school I had the enormous good sense (or blind luck) to take a typing course. Turns out that I can type something around 90 words per minute flawlessly, plus I had a special talent for statistical typing, meaning rows and rows of numbers.

Went to New York to become a starving literary artist. To support myself I got a job with a temp typing agency, called Brooks Brothers of Mayfair, Ltd., run by a bunch of lesbians from Manchester.

They sent me to Doubleday Publishers, where I typed rejection notes. They wanted to hire me permanently. I accepted. Soon they gave me a crack at writing promotion copy for the syndicate department. Blurbs for newspaper serialization of books.

With that job on my resume, other writing and editing jobs were no problem. Like on a newspaper in Kentucky, where I was music/drama critic, and Federal Court on my daily beat.

Thence to Corporate America where I made a lot of money as editor of external PR magazines...

And so on.

hey! that's how i got out of minimum wage! i tested well for numeric typing & after a stint doing something on a printing calculator & then one doing checks for ross perot's company, i got a job up on the 7th floor of a bank. had my first business trip w/in the year. it was kinna neat seeing i could pass for one of the normals if i needed to :)

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You've got a good eye, thanks. Buses is first spelling cited by Webster (see below) so I yield. Correction has already been made...

Pushi comes from the term "Sedreh-pushi," an initiation ceremony for young people who are about to enter the Zoroastrian community.

Pushi also stands for "pushy," which means this cat usually gets exactly what she wants. Kind of like some gal I know.

As for the revelation of my biography, usually I prefer to let my work speak for itself but then on the rare occasion when someone asks, I'm glad to oblige.

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Main Entry: 1bus
Pronunciation: 'b&s
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural bus·es or bus·ses
Usage: often attributive
Etymology: short for omnibus
Date: circa 1909
1 a : a large motor vehicle designed to carry passengers usually along a fixed route according to a schedule b : AUTOMOBILE
2 : a small hand truck
3 a : BUS BAR b : a set of parallel conductors in a computer system that forms a main transmission path
4 : a spacecraft or missile that carries one or more detachable devices (as warheads)

i admit, i admire you for the path you've taken and envy you for where you've ended up.

your cat has evil-ish eyes :)
but it goes great when her ears pick up

Sameen

she looks enough like one of our three cats, the one whose abcess I'm ministering to each day, to give me quite a turn when I opened the page. Pretty girl.

My best wishes for her speedy recovery!

She is absolutely adorable, and deserves the life of a queen calico on a throne. Thank you for rescuing her, and a nice name, too!...fayzee

She Who Must Be Obeyed

There used to be a series about an English barrister named, if I recall correctly, "Rumpole of the Bailey." The old man always referred to his wife as "She who must be obeyed."

That's what seems to be happening here!

Re: She Who Must Be Obeyed

All of the cats I have ever met must go by that rule, and those of us who live with them, live by their needs, and WE obey.

i have a friend who was raised by her cat. (Her parents were certifiable and having seen her reaction when faced by a mouse--ie my friend quivers and swishes her invisible tail and tenses for the pounce--so i believe her.) She says one must always praise a cat's whiskers first. Pushi has lovely queenly whiskers. please give her the sort of rub that activates both of her purrs on my behalf. thank you for letting her adopt you.

Early in the morning as I fix coffee Pushi meows at the door. First, of course, she wants breakfast. Then, later, on the seat of the chair near this computer, she desires my scratching behind her ears and a gentle rub of her now bulging tummy. I comply. Her whiskers twich. "Purrrrrrrrrr," she says.

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