Because of the intense pressure here from all you pussy lovers, I, Shirley Ujest am now a cat owner.
Yes, it is true. You’ve read it here first. Deserate to be a member of the Pussy Lover Society and wishing to talk nonstop on how my cat is vastly superior to everything else, I gots myself one.
A four year old fixed, fully vetted front declawed male cat with gray fur and black markings has become a member of our family.
His orginal mommy could no longer care for him because she is pregnant with her 3rd child and her husband is working down in New Orleans with the power company. She put the word out for a new home and a week later, I have a cat.
His name was ‘Kitty’, which was as lame as it gets. My Wonderful Children ™ have rechristen him ( minus the bottle of champagne) Tiger.
He is a great cat and it is only our first few days. (Our start wasn’t so auspicious. One the drive home, Tiger was mortified and he had diaherrea in his carrier and I had to give him a bath.) He hangs out under my bed during the day hopefully attacking the killer dust bunnies. and at sunset, he starts poking around and checking things out. I think he may be a vampire cat which is fine with me as long as I can turn that feature into my financial windfall.
No worries about litter box or food issues. He knows where that all is. God, this is so easy.And he was free! The first cat is free…like a dime bag…first pussy is free.
So far, he bed hops and hasn’t decided who he likes the best. And has actually gone nose to nose with our 88 pound curious lab who is pretty sure Tiger isn’t human and she isn’t allowed to eat his food, which is just so unfair.
After being a dog owner for 10 years, its a little to get use to an animal that does not rush up to me for a greeting and then settles back down when I ask. This whole ‘indifferent’ attitude takes a bit to get use too. But the purring I like.
Ironically, Mr. Ujest ( the great hater of cats) is entranced by Tiger, though is hesitant to pick him up or pet him. He has visions of the cat ripping his face off. I’ve explained to him that all his life long prejudices against cats will quickly melt away. Also, he notices that if the cat gets on the couch, Murphy (our dog) feels the need to be the closest around him. She isn’t much for home protection, but no one takes her Daddy away from her.
Tiger grew up with a doggie brother. But this dog, a min-pin named Conan, was smaller than him and not officially recognized as a dog in my book despite the fact he was wider than tall or long and had brain damage ( from a golf club to the head by accident) and was amusing to watch bite at the air for no reason whatsoever. When Tiger laid eyes on Murph, he hissed. He’d probably never seen a Canine Overlord galumphing about the house that didn’t ride the short bus.
I’ll post pictures later.
YAY!
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