Saying, “I told you so!” doesn’t always bring satisfaction. My worst-case scenario imaginings have proven to be preternaturally accurate.
Sigyn and I used to have to share the house with one ancient, somewhat crotchety cat who spent most of her time sleeping, but it appears that the household has been augmented by not one but TWO young, energetic felines.
Sigyn is already smitten by the gray one. She says it looks “sweet and so, so soooooft.”
Be careful, beloved! It might just be lulling you into a false sense of security.
Still, I have reason to believe we might have less to fear from it than from the other, swirly-sided one.
Stop, you foul beast! Do not lick my sweetie’s head!
Oh, these two will require careful monitoring as they seem to be very, very pouncy.
They are quite cunning, as well as ceaseless in their pursuit of amusements. Cat treats in an empty carton slowed the swirly one down for mere moments.
Still, I suppose I should look upon this as an opportunity rather than a catastrophe (pun very much intended.)
There is all sorts of mischief I can teach these two. The prolific shedding is an innate talent, so they need only be introduced to black dress pants and white blouses.
I believe this is going to be great fun! I have already taught the Terror Twins to play in their water dishes, scrabble across the laminate in pursuit of toys with the frenzy usually reserved for Stanley Cup finals, sharpen their claws on the doorways, dodge in and out around the humans’ ankles with stealth and agility proportionate to the bulkiness and/or fragility of what the humans are carrying, and meep piteously at 5:00 a.m. The swirly one eats anything in sight, while the gray one must be shut away with her food until she deigns to finish it, or else the swirly one will ferret it out and wolf it down.
These two felines have two cat beds, a carrier, and two capacious laps upon which to recline. Yet, at my urging, what are their preferred lounging spots?
The cardboard box from the grocery,
and the human female’s laptop bag! It has gone from being black and smooth to patchily grayish and fluffy. Ehehehehehe!
Fickleness, thy name is “Feline.”