Weird Dad
My Dad is weird. Tonight I found him in the living room, pitting our two male cats against each other - or, should I say, encouraging them to be "friends." Of course, he wasn't around when the two tomcats got at each other's throats in the middle of the night and the dining room all of a sudden had wall-to-wall cat fur carpeting. Or when both cats decided to stake each other's territory by spraying everything in sight "Dis MINE!," including members of the household and unwitting guests (sorry, Anson!).Anyway, my Pops can be really entertaining sometimes, especially when it comes to picking out names for our pets. Once upon a time, when we used to have at least 15 dogs of different pedigrees and lack thereof at any one time, and he was very quickly running out of names for each of them, he came up with the bright idea of naming the animals after Presidential contenders (this was obviously during election time). "Psssst! Mitra, out!" "Nag-aaway si Erap at Cory!" "Hoy, umihi na naman si Miriam sa loob."
He even used to dig into the encylopedia for doggie names with "themes"; thus, one batch of Shi-Tzus was named after African tribes: Chaka (Zulu, not Khan), Massai (aka Mash-mash), and Kiko (Kikuyu; although I called the puppy "Kiko" because I had a thing for Kiko Pangilinan at the time, hehe...).
But anyway, at present we have two very aged dogs with normal names - Nina and Iron (an adopted dachshund, so he was spared from ignominy), and two Rotts in the backyard whose names escape me right now (although I know their names are equally silly, but we're not really that "close"). And two very plump and handsome tomcats. The older of which was dubbed Al-Qaeda by my very funny Daddy. And today, the younger one, who's been going about without a name for quite sometime, got what was coming to him. "Wuuussssss, wussss, come here Taliban..."
And, strangely enough, "Taliban" came. Sometimes you gotta wonder about my father. This morning he met Snappy and seemed to like him well enough, especially when they started talking about our dearly departed Ali's lymphoma over breakfast. Yeah, it's official...my Dad is weird.
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