This past week, to fill the void left by Marcelle's passing (REMEMBER: if your cat starts drinking far more water than usual, bring it to the vet!), we went to the local Humane Society to steal a kitten. We were almost home free when a soft mewing from the lining of my jacket pocket alerted the staff to our plan. Luckily, they agreed to drop the charges if we would also return the two rabbits stuffed in my socks, and agree to adopt two cats. So, that's what we did.
Within ten seconds of meeting the five-month old pictured below, we knew he'd be going home with us. Much like Mykelti Williamson's character in the short-lived-but-excellent show "Boomtown," this little guy is fearless. In fact, the very first thing he did when he met our dog Sonya was head straight for her and rub his face on her nose. Because of his nonchalant behavior, she thinks he's a dog and tries to play with him. And the weird thing: he doesn't mind. He's an explorer and a lap cat and a theoretical physicist all rolled into one.
Readers, let me introduce you to Schrödinger:
A ladies' man who likes to chase some tail.
The family that took him in as a stray gave him up when their landlord found out. Personally, I'd have kept him and traded in the landlord. Eh, their loss.
Calypso (a.k.a. Callie) was a tougher decision, but only because her competition was a two-month old kitten. In the end, she prevailed when we learned the little one didn't believe in dog. So far, Callie's spent much of her time avoiding Sonya, but when the dog's away she'll show her affection by licking your neck. True story.
Plays hard to get, till you get her alone.
She's either four or seven, depending on whether you believe the vet or her previous owners.2 It doesn't make any difference to us. Although, while we thought she'd be a good lap cat, she's really more of a laptop cat. She's already helped me accidentally delete emails and open new browser windows. Plus, she beat my high score on Tetris. I expect she'll be friending you on Facebook by next week.
Quite the team.
New year, new kitties. And to all the people who arrived at the Humane Center after we left..................SUCKERS!
1 What a novel idea! Speaking of which, I have a fantastic novel idea: Jesus and the twelve apostles are vampire hunters. Judaism is up to its neck in vampires, and through experimentation, Jesus and his followers learn that holy water and the symbol of the cross are excellent weapons in their fight against evil. Of course, they have to keep coming up with excuses to keep Jesus' mom from finding out what's up, and thus, Christianity is born. (Ooh, and now Jesus' resurrection has a whole new meaning...) You know what, this idea's so good, I can't keep it for myself. I'm going to let you have it. I'll even give you the title: Our Savior. It's literary gold, I'm telling you. You can thank me later.
2 Who gave her up because "they were moving." What a flimsy excuse for an excuse! They should have at least tried to sound convincing, by saying their son was allergic or that she was smoking too much catnip. Eh, their loss.