Wow! I can't believe Crack is talking about me. I'm famous!!
Wednesday, 28 September 2016
Feline Fanciers Anonymous
Last year Jarrod Hayne made his NFL debut, and as an avid fan of the sport Chov invited Maca around to watch. It was an enlightening day for many reasons...
Maca: Chov and I met yesterday at his house for a day of beers and Chov explaining to me the rules of the NFL.
There was much talk of Paul Kent and other issues in rugby league but the focus was mainly on a pregame between the Falcons and some other side.
At about 12.20 we sat and watched Haynes scintillating debut and the main thing I gained out of the game was CHOV HAS A CAT.
Crack: Well well WELL!! This is very interesting.
I can picture the scene now; Chov and Maca sitting on the lounge before an enormous TV, Chov in full NFL gear (including pads and helmet), Maca with a 1988 Ragedrs jersey and undies. Beer bottles that are jam packed with various varieties of fruit litter the lounge room, beside stacks of The Daily Telegraph with parts of the sports section carefully highlighted and annotated. Eels posters cover the walls, each one defaced in red paint with "YOU BROKE MY HEART" scrawled over them. Chov sits on the edge of his seat, breathlessly explaining the intricacies, rules and local customs of the game of gridiron, and all Maca can do is sit stunned, mouth agape staring at the cat that lives at Chov's.
Truly a red letter day for the trio and one I am sure would have made the papers had it not been overshadowed by the machinations going on down the road in Parliament House.
Maca: That is such an accurate description it was like you were there.
Chovs cat is almost the same colour as the one he asked me to cat sit for him. It was truly an amazing moment when the cat rubbed against Chovs leg. There was even a tear in his eye. Either he was emotional about his cat-love or he was emotional knowing that this email would be coming today. Either way, Chov has a cat.
Crack: The rumours that I have Chov under surveillance are untrue and unfounded.
The tear was definitely because his secret was out. It was an outing he knew would be coming but wished he could stop. In hindsight I feel a bit silly, we should have known all along. The vehement denials of being a feline fancier, the cat hair on the pants, the cans of cat food that he insisted were there when he bought the house and were used to throw at the tv when he had run out of socks--it's all there.
It's OK Chov. We are your mates and will still be your mates even though you are a feline fancier (not that there is anything wrong with that).
A few hours later...
Crack: The silence is deafening. It's OK to like cats Chov, really, it's OK.
Maca: The cats probably curled up on his keyboard and he doesn't want to move it.
Chov still has not spoken of the cat twelve months on.