Blog About Cats
Here it is, a blog about my cats. It had to happen sooner or later, anyone that knows me knows that I adore my cats. Where to start?
About 6 years ago I got two cats, Jake and Missy
Jake was 3 when I found him, but still very handsome. Missy, however, was just a little baby, only about 7 weeks old. She was the cutest kitten anyone had ever seen and I loved her and cared for her, but I didn't name her George. But one of her nicknames is Pete...
Anyway, fast forward about three years. The three of us moved into a tiny little one bedroom apartment in Indianapolis and everything was great. Then I met Ben and everything got even greater until Ben and his two cats moved in with us. Now Jake and Missy have always liked Ben, but they didn't appreciate him bringing in Kate and Mozz. First of all a 700 square foot apartment is pretty small for two people, but add in four cats and maybe you can understand how tense the situation was. So what we got was a bunch of hissing and meowing all day and night. Missy was battling with Kate for Alpha Female status, Mozz joined in just to play (which didn't help) and Jake, well, Jake just managed them all like he still does, with his pimp hand.
A few months later we moved into our house and everything smoothed out for the most part. Two years later though, Missy and Kate still loathe each other. It's not as bad as when we were in the apartment, but still. They taunt each other all the time. Anytime Kate even acts like she's going to swat Missy, Missy just screams. Other times, Missy will run up behind Kate and just when we think she's actually going to get a piece of her, Kate turns around and Missy stops and looks around like "What?" It's funny most of the time, but other times it just gets on my nerves. If they haven't figured out who's who after this long, then I guess they never will.
If you've made it this far, thanks for reading since you know how sensitive I am about these guys. Maybe I'll post another blog about the other two cats some day.
Daily Fortune Cookie: One advantage of talking to yourself is at least you know someone is listening.
About 6 years ago I got two cats, Jake and Missy
Jake was 3 when I found him, but still very handsome. Missy, however, was just a little baby, only about 7 weeks old. She was the cutest kitten anyone had ever seen and I loved her and cared for her, but I didn't name her George. But one of her nicknames is Pete...
Anyway, fast forward about three years. The three of us moved into a tiny little one bedroom apartment in Indianapolis and everything was great. Then I met Ben and everything got even greater until Ben and his two cats moved in with us. Now Jake and Missy have always liked Ben, but they didn't appreciate him bringing in Kate and Mozz. First of all a 700 square foot apartment is pretty small for two people, but add in four cats and maybe you can understand how tense the situation was. So what we got was a bunch of hissing and meowing all day and night. Missy was battling with Kate for Alpha Female status, Mozz joined in just to play (which didn't help) and Jake, well, Jake just managed them all like he still does, with his pimp hand.
A few months later we moved into our house and everything smoothed out for the most part. Two years later though, Missy and Kate still loathe each other. It's not as bad as when we were in the apartment, but still. They taunt each other all the time. Anytime Kate even acts like she's going to swat Missy, Missy just screams. Other times, Missy will run up behind Kate and just when we think she's actually going to get a piece of her, Kate turns around and Missy stops and looks around like "What?" It's funny most of the time, but other times it just gets on my nerves. If they haven't figured out who's who after this long, then I guess they never will.
If you've made it this far, thanks for reading since you know how sensitive I am about these guys. Maybe I'll post another blog about the other two cats some day.
Daily Fortune Cookie: One advantage of talking to yourself is at least you know someone is listening.
6 Comments:
At 10/5/05 11:31 AM,
Finch said…
So blogs are getting spammed now? Redonkulous. Also, not to be insensitive, but I think cats are the purest form of evil incarnate. I'm pretty sure they would eat my soul if I ever got close enough to one.
At 10/5/05 1:19 PM,
Stef said…
Well said Finch! I tend to think that dogs are full of 'duh', but that cats are more cunning and clever. They definately have a plan in mind, they could turn on you in a minute, you just never know! But it keeps you on your feet and provides me with (possibly) endless blogs. I could go on and on about my cats...but I won't.
At 10/5/05 1:23 PM,
Finch said…
Cat story:
So I was staying at my in-laws house whilst I was still in the dating period, and I had just woken up. I kept the door shut, mostly because of privacy, but also the cats. So I was shuffling around getting stuff together to take a shower, when this damn cat shoots his paw underneath the door and starts pawing at me and shaking the door. I swore like a sailor and I'm pretty sure I had a small heart-attack.
At 10/6/05 9:30 AM,
bigD said…
cats suck
dogs rule
the end
At 10/6/05 1:58 PM,
corbin said…
he's right (dooley and finch that is)
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