Good morning!!!
Hope your mom is OK!!
Meanwhile: You've heard the tales of our kitties, COPYRIGHTDMCA and Mouse. Well, several weeks ago I caved to my wife's desire to get another kitty. During the Memorial Day "free adoption event", we got a kitten named "Outlaw" - so named because he and his brother are quasi-tuxedo marked, with "masks" and the brother was named "Bandit". But Outlaw had the more energetic personality (as best we could tell at only 12 weeks old), and the whole idea was to get a male who might stand up to Mouse's bratty behavior. The rescue group tried real hard to get us to adopt the pair, but three cats pretty much maxes out our available square footage in the house.
Long story short: We achieved our goal of calming Mouse down... but through totally unexpected means. We fully expected COPYRIGHTDMCA to take up the "mom" mantle, as she is the calm and passive one, and she did so when we brought Mouse home (and poor Myst before her, who died at only 8 months old). However... somehow, a form of kitty hormones or pheromones or something kicked in, and
Mouse became "mommy". As this process was taking place, Mouse kept looking at us like "What the freg is happening to me? What did you
DO to me?!?!" It was hysterical.
Meanwhile, COPYRIGHTDMCA is completely disgusted. My wife described it best: COPYRIGHTDMCA is like the grandmother who didn't even want to be a
mother in the first place.
Anyway, here's Outlaw... he's already a "wool sucker" and seems to have an affinity for the crook of my elbow - especially when I'm in my bathrobe:
Ignore the slurping sounds.
-Insp. 2211