ABYSSINIA, LUCKY

Lt. Col. Lucky The Cat's plane was shot down over the sea of Japan. It spun in...there were no survivors.

Lucky The Cat
19??-2006


(Okay, you got me. That's not a picture of Lucky. I have no pic of him to post, so I had to Google a suitable lookalike. What can I say? His luck ran out.)

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P.S.: I thot I'd post this classic article from the very first issue of AG! The Geak Newsletter, January 1994:

ALVA PRIBE ADOPTS CAT!!!
Entire family shocked, stunned
by Douglas J. Pribe, your humble ass. editor

"I'm shocked," said Lynne Pribe.

"I'm stunned," said Stewart Pribe.

"I'm shocked, and stunned," said Cindy O'Neal (nee Pribe).

"I'm tired and cranky," said Louis Pribe.

"I always said she should get a pet," said Mark Pribe.

This reporter was shocked (yes, and stunned) to learn that Alva Pribe, long opposed to having any furry animals living in her house (including yours truly), has indeed opened her home (but not quite her heart) to a cat which was seen being hit by a truck in front of the house by her son Mark (I mean Mark saw the cat being hit by a truck, I didn't mean that Mark hit the cat with a truck, or that a truck saw Mark hitting the cat, nor do I mean that Mark is the son of the cat [or of the truck], because the cat isn't a 'her, it's a 'his', anyway, I mean that he is the son of Alva Pribe whom I mentioned earlier in this sentence [Mark, that is, not the cat {and not the truck, either...I don't even know the gender of the truck anyway ((and I'm not about to find out either because there's no way I could lift the truck and look underneath it to see which set of genitals it has [[unless I owned a jack {{which I don't (((heck, I don't even own a car [[[heck, I don't even have a license yet {{{a driver's license, that is}}} ]]] ))) }} ]] )) } ] ).

(Do you think maybe I should join Parentheses Anonymous?)

Anyhoo, he (Mark, that is [don't get me started again]) wanted to keep the cat (I must say he's very well-behaved and trained [the cat, I mean, not Mark, shit, no!]), so he (Mark) took him (the cat) to the vet and had his (the cat's, not Mark's [and not the vet's, either {shit, I'm getting dizzy}]) injuries tended to, but he (Mark) can't keep him (the cat) on the naval base so he (Mark) had to leave him (the cat) here with us (me and Mom [or Mom and me {or maybe Mom and I ((or maybe even I and Mom [[oh my lack of god, I think I'm going to pass out]] )) } ] ).


Artist's rendering of Alva Pribe's new cat

Anyway, I (me) named him (the cat) Lucky, after the cat on ALF, of course (on ALF's show, that is), plus the fact that he (Lucky [our Lucky, that is, not the Lucky on ALF {on ALF's show, that is}]) is lucky (the word 'lucky', not the name 'Lucky' [though that would be right also]) to be alive (not dead, that is [living, I mean {you know, like, breathing and stuff}]). I have to go lie down now. Whoa...wha...ohh...