How many times have Faithful Reader and I joked about going to the Kitty Farm to adopt a new cat? I can’t speak for Faithful Reader, but I never intended to go. And yet on July 27th, we went to the Kitty Farm (known as the “pound” in common parlance) and we found the cutest little 6-month-old kitten. Blinded by her adorability, we brought her home on the following Monday and introduced her to the other cats the next day after that.
The youth and energy of our new Little Monster have made M, formerly the youngest, seem old and fat. He clearly needed a playmate and yet when he first met her, all he could do was hiss. He’s not usually the hissing kind, but he dislikes change, especially when it comes in the form of an aggressive furball with the audacity to stalk him.
I wished I could have explained the concept of hypocrisy to him. When he was the new cat on the block, he wanted to play with Z, but she hated him. Now that M has realized he is bigger and stronger than the new cat, he has become the aggressor, and is perhaps too rough with her. I hope they will learn to play nice someday. As for Z, she just hisses and/or growls at anything that comes near her, which is status quo, so I guess you could say she’s adapting well.
Faithful Reader and I have both admitted to buyer’s remorse. We didn’t think it through. We really didn’t need another cat. And yet…that’s often how the best things start—slightly unwelcome. She really is adorable, and even if we decided we hated her, we’d never send her back to that Death Camp. They do their best, I’m sure, but they could do a lot more to take care of their cats. They couldn’t even tell us if the she had FIV, FeLV, worms, ear mites, or anything else!
The Little Monster did have mites, but the vet pronounced her healthy. So here she is, ours to love for the rest of her life.
She doesn’t have an official name yet. If she doesn’t inspire “the perfect name” soon, she will be known as Peeps, because of the peeping noise she makes whenever she is picked up.
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