My sister told me she had a little black kitten she needed to get rid of. I told her the Mrs was talking like she wanted one. Then my sister said she wanted to hang onto it for awhile and maybe later I could take it. And then a girl at work said some guys at her husband's work had rescued a tiny little black kitten and were looking for someone to take it. I have 2 cats already. That's 2 laps in my house and 2 cats for those 2 laps. It's a perfect fit and a peaceful scenario. And yet, despite this zen-like status of my chaotic house I told the Mrs about the kitten. And then I showed her a photo. And now we have this wild thing running rampant in our bedroom ...
This monster is insane. And it has claws! It climbs everything, especially our bedspread. Every time we turn around this monkey is climbing on top of the bed and running across to the other side. It climbed some blankets on the other side of the room and ended up on top of a dresser. I don't know how it did it. It's half cat, half monkey. And it has this itty bitty little 'meow' which it randomly breaks out when it has climbed into something and starts to worry that it can't get out again. I don't know what to make of all this. The other 2 cats are pissed. They don't like this at all.
The Mrs wanted a little black girl cat to sit on her lap and show some affection. Our other 2 cats are both Maine coons and they don't much care for the whole lap thing all that much. I have a feeling this cat will do nicely for laps. But the problem is, we can't tell if it is male or female. Its just too tiny. Judging from the angry reaction of the other 2 cats I'm worried that its a little boy. But who knows? Maybe they were just in a bad mood when I brought it home yesterday and not feeling like being friendly?
I picked it up in Bartlett and had to drive all the way out into the Boondocks with this monkey cat escaping from its box and climbing all over my car. It finally sat down next to me and let me pet it while I drove with the other hand. Then it fell asleep. As I type this it is asleep on my foot. It has been there the entire time I've been writing with its little black head resting on my toes. I don't know, but I'm thinking this kitty may like me more than it does my Mrs. If I'm right, she's gonna be mad.