Kitty Kapers

It was (unfortunately) my idea, a few months ago, to adopt a new kitten to, "keep the other cat company." Brilliant. Now we have two cats, ages 12 (Callie) and 1 (Scarlett), to drive me completely nuts. A few examples:

Scarlett feels it is her duty to kill every and any bug that enters her domain. Today she killed a fly...and then killed it...and then killed it....and then killed it again. Ewwwww. I finally shoved her away and removed the poor victim from her continued attacks.

Callie is extremely needy. She's attached to my side. When I come home from work and flop on the couch, she immediately settles behind me, just behind my left ear, and then PURRS. But this is not normal purring. The decibal level is roughly equivalent to that of a motorboat. This sound only ceases when she falls asleep and begins to SNORE. Seriously. We have been known to hit the mute button at the climax of an action movie to try and determine what that odd sound is.

Both cats get me up at 4:30 because they have not yet figured out that their 4:30 breakfast buddy is not here right now. So 4:30 it is. Callie is very subtle. She walks right up to me and sticks her nose in my face. When I wake up, she immediately gets excited and starts...you guessed it...purring madly (Oh good, you're AWAKE!) This message is quickly passed to the younger cat, who is hiding behind a potted plant, who immediately starts meeping (she doesn't meow...she makes little "meep!" noises) to let me know that she, too, is hungry and would I mind terribly getting up to feed them now?

Oh and then there's feeding time! Callie is a wimp. So she stands at one of the kitchen and cries while Scarlett eagerly smacks her head against my hand as I attempt to fill the food bowl. Mighty Scarlett always eats first. And then stands beside the bowl, not eating, but guarding the food from Callie...who continues crying from the other end of the kitchen because she's too chicken to fight a cat literally half her size.

And last but not least, the darling Scarlett gets into EVERYTHING. Anything left out is fair game. It is not uncommon to hear a crash in the middle of the night as Scarlett knocks yet another item off the counter. In her defense, she does have an uncanny way of sending things flying onto the carpet and not the hardwood floor. A destroyer with a conscience.

Now they're both sleeping peacefully. They look cute and lovable. Who could guess the "terror" that lies beneath?

This is why I'm not yet ready for children. At least these "kids" I can lock out of my room after the 4:30 wake-up call.