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About Me
- Name: telltale tabby
I am a domestic, short-haired tabby living in Ottawa, Canada. In general, I prey on rodents and unsuspecting birds, occasionally challenging myself with a small squirrel or lap dog. I enjoy long walks, and engage in active neighbourhood surveillance.
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Sunday, January 08, 2006
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Hey TT,
Pesto here. I laced up my paw skates last night and ventured out onto our famed Canal for the first time in at least 5 lives. I nearly lost my 8th life as my forehead went flying into the skateway surface everytime my blades would hit another trecherous crack in the ice. You know, I had remembered skating along the canal as a much more enjoyable activity, but this time around, the experience was tainted by the knowledge that with every subsequent stroke I came closer to the next major wipe out that would ravage my wrists, bruise my hip or bloodie my knees. But then I had an epiphany: A canal without cracks is like Pesto without her imperfect ass. And so, embracing this realization, I gave-er from the Canal Ritz to downtown and back, pumping as hard as I could, knowing that the faster you skate the harder you fall. And there is nothing more beautiful than skating without fear of pain*, especially when the pain results from splendid "imperfection".
*Feel free to replace "skating" with "loving" in this sentence.
Dear Pesto,
I'm overjoyed to hear that you:
1. survived your skate on the canal (managed to squeeze in an epiphany even);
2. are regaining your emotional footing.
I couldn't agree more that the pain of one bloody wipe out only enhances the euphoria of consistently skating hard.
My love and respect for you remain untouchable.
tabby
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