Ching-a-Lettuce!
Mom and Ching-A-Lettuce!
Ching-a-lettuce was the name of my childhood cat. We’d call her ching ching, ching a ding, chingalettuce, salad, dressing, italian, frenchy, wee wee ching a ding, lingading, dingaling, and ranch when I was older.
She would fetch things like my dog, Misty… We’d call her Misty. She could fetch since she was a Labrador retriever. She’d retrieve things.
One time Ching-A-Ding fetched my dad the Morning paper in its plastic wrap, I remember her running up the stairs with it between her legs like a strap on. Course I was only 6 so I didn’t know what a strap on was, ‘cept the once when my teach told me I was getting punished for kissing Laura Luxford during the ABC song. Kindergarten was a bitch!
Yeah, I dunno where this is going, but I just wanted to let you guys know I had a cat named Chinga-Lettuce.
True story. Only one fictional item in the 150 words! Promise!
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