Yes, I said Pussies, as in multiple cats. We adopted Ninja last Sunday and took her to the vet yesterday. She is officially ours, by God! On Friday, in the middle of my tamale-making party, Aaron brought a second cat home: A Girl. Simona dubbed her that, even though I still want to call her Assassin.
When I saw her for the first time, I was like, "Whose cat it that?" followed by a "What the fuck? She's not a kitten." Unfortunately or fortunately, Antonio and Simona really like her.
But, the drama doesn't end there. The jerk who sold us Ninja neglected to tell us she had fleas. What a joy that was to find out on, yes, that same Friday of the party. My friend's daughter told me she saw bugs on her fur, and I was like, "No way!" She was right. I had to wash our sheets and are still in the process of vacuuming. Both of the cats are getting treated for a year to prevent any further spread of the nasty creatures, and we are calling our Orkin buddy to spray this week.
I had to give poor Ninja a warm bath on Friday night, yes, the same party night, but she was so sweet.
She is my favorite, although A Girl is growing on me. A Girl has attitude and needs to be pet how she likes it and when she likes it. Any divergence and she's hissing like a nasty street cat. She also meows an awful lot at night, which annoys me because I can't figure out what she wants yet. Ninja is easy. She wants food or love, and she lets me lap her and pet her for marathon pets. Obviously, the two don't like each other yet, but their shit talk is getting shorter.
Today, promises to be a real challenge for them. They will be alone most of the day, and even though they are apart, as they should be because of the fleas and slow introduction process, I hope they don't get into a cat fight. My little Ninja is fierce, however, and I think A Girl may get a run for her money. The good thing is that they camp out in different rooms, which is fine by me.
We may get a third furry family member. Antonio has been begging for a pug, and we got an offer to see a mix (not a pug) at a farm. The dog's name is Tinker Bell, and if we keep it, we are definitely changing his name to Killer. Tinker Bell will get the little dog's ass kicked by the two cats in the house and potentially, the other neighborhood dogs.
Well, I got no writing done, and I'm don't feel like making coffee. So, back to bed for me. I hope your morning was more productive.
Be productive. Don't get distracted by pussies. #Resist