It was a mid summer's afternoon as the sunlight peered through the bathroom window like a ray of sunshine shines through a bathroom window. Warm and nice. And there he was, Loki, master kitten and now forever known as "cat pony, my pony." Or "my little cat pony," for those of you who grew up in the 80's. Now you may ask...is Jo drunk right now? And the answer is "no." I am just free of baby for a few minutes :)Anyway...so back to the summer's day. August 16th to be exact. So the sunlight was peering through the bathroom window into our hallway where our dear little slow kitten, Loki, lay sunbathing. And there was our darling newborn baby Riley: 8lbs, 10 ozs...not able to form sentences, but still omnipotent, in his golden fleece diapers with his tiny, little fat balled up fists, lying there in his little ghost manger, lookin' at his Baby Einstein developmental videos, learnin' 'bout shapes and colors...
And BAM, Riley mounted Loki with giant eagles wings, singin’ lead vocals for lynyrd skynyrd with like an Angel Band and I’m in the front row. No, no, Riley mounted Loki like a muscular trapeze artist or like a changeling, a shapeshifter...you ever seen 'Manimal? And just after I took a cell phone picture, Loki bucked Riley off like a ninja, fightin' off evil samurai and came at him like a spider monkey!
And that, my friends, is how the cat pony came to fruition, a mix of truth and Talladega Nights...
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