Dweezil Zappa World

I tried to upload an accompanying photo for this post but was unsuccessful.  Perhaps, like the story, visuals are best left out- the horror sometimes comes from the heard but unseen.

About ten or eleven years ago, I was behind the decorating shop where I work and heard a chirping sound coming from the dumpster.  I was certain it was a baby bird but on further investigation, I discovered it was a tiny grey kitten.  I put the kitten in my shirt pocket and returned to work.

That evening, I bought kitten replacement milk and we fed him for several days with an eye dropper.  Finally, he started drinking on his own and thriving.  It turns out that he was from a local feral cat population.  We assumed his mother had dropped him in a move and had never returned for him.

My husband, who is a good pet namer, decided that his background was similar to Navin Johnson's from Steve Martin's The Jerk.  Our German Shepherd, Doc used to carry Navin in his mouth.  As Navin grew, he began taking the daily walks with Doc.  Doc's other cat, Thor, and Navin would follow behind us with their tails in the air.  My husband referred to them as the Shriners- I guess because they resembled the little cars with the big men that you see in parades.  Anyway, all was well with the pets.

Four years later, Doc died of cancer and we all mourned.  I have trouble coping without a dog so we found Henry from Virginia German Shepherd Rescue.  Navin was terrified and immediately became a recluse, no longer a Shriner.

Somewhere along the way we had acquired a large stuffed bunny rabbit (no, not taxidermy- just a toy).   One night we were awoken by a strange rowling, keening sound which went on for some time.

The sounds continued nightly.  Even stranger was that the bunny rabbit began moving on his own around the house.  Each morning, he would be in a different place:  sometimes on the stairs, often in the kitchen, occassionally upstairs in the office, but usually sitting up facing the front door.  Simply terrifying so we named him Chucky. 

Suffice it to say that after Doc died, in the absence of any parent, Navin had developed a very conflicted relationship with Chucky.  Mother? Father? Lover?  We would find him screaming at Chucky, beating him with his back paws, biting his neck, or doing unspeakable things.  We realized that Chucky is his b***h.  Oh the horror....  It seems like navin has found his "special purpose".