The Chronicles of Donut: We Call Her Mulet

Welcome back to the next segment from the Chronicles of Donut. As many of you who have visited in the last month or so may have noticed, Donut has experienced some changes. This is the story behind the transformation from Donut to Mulet.

Once upon a time Donut was a pretty, cuddly, little, kitten. She showed all the potential of being a wonderful pet, even for a cat. She would run, jump, play, and eat bugs like a good cat, and we were very pleased. She had it all, the looks, the personality, the spirit, no wonder it came as no surprise what happened next.



One night, as Callie and I were leaving to see Nim's Island or some chick flick like that, I saw in the corner of my eye our precious Donut getting fondled by the neighborhood big cat. I immediately exploded out of the car and chased the cat off her. Even though I knew it would have no effect on the results of the matter, I felt like a father trying to protect his youngest daughter and felt it was my duty to intervene.

Around the same time Dog numero two-o and pet numero three-o entered our lives in the name of Fergie. She may play a role in the cause for Mulet to be discussed later.

Well, as our story continues, Donut gradually got bigger and bigger and could pop any time. She had a pretty decent size pouch and was happy as ever laying on the tops of people's cars.

Then one friday in May I came home from work and started heating up some left over pizza when Donut comes out from no where completely drenched. I didn't think anything of it since she is constantly hovering in the toilet for her favorite drink. I just figured she must have fallen in. As I ate my pizza she sat and mewed at me and I would pet her and continue eating.

A few minutes later, Callie texts me wanting to know what we should do this weekend. I didn't have any plans so I just BS'd and told her we could look for Donut's babies. She text me back right away, "Are you kidding?" Now I had second thoughts. Donut did look pretty grungy, even for falling in a clean toilet. So I just text back Callie that I wasn't sure but Donut's tail and body were really wet and she did seem to want alot of attention.

When Callie got home we looked everywhere to see if Donut had indeed given birth. She was kinda freakin, she called the vet to ask if a cat could ever eat its kittens. After looking inside and outside for fifteen minutes, we returned inside and were surprised to find Donut nowhere. Obviously wherever Donut was there her kittens would be also. I remembered around the same time that I hadn't checked our laundry room. Sure enough Donut decided to give birth in the dryer all over our nice clean sheets and whites.

This is a nice story and all but the real story begins now. Around this same time we started to see the transformation begin. Notice in the above pictures how nice and fluffy Donut's head is. She had a mane, a collar, a lovely band of fur around her neck, now it is gone, vanished, capoot.

So now her hair is short on the top and long in the back, hence the name Mulet. Our theories for how she got that way range from shedding because of the heat, Fergie pulling it out, to a hair loss causing STD. Let's just hope her fur-due goes out of style as fast as its name sake.