And Then There Were 7…
You know how ya get adopted and ya think ya got it all figgered out, and then ya don’t?
Yeah. Story of my life.
I got adopted, and I moved in, and everythin’ was hunky dory. And then! You know what they did? They brought in another cat!
And this cat…she’s a bruiser. Built like a tank, and once she starts a’runnin’, you best move outta her way, cuz she will take you out at the ankles.
You wouldn’t think a cat like her’d run for anything anymore, now that she’s livin’ indoors. But she’ll do just about anythin’ for a cookie. And that includes knockin’ the other cats down like they ain’t made o’ nuthin’ but fluff.
The people got ‘er from the yard. That’s what they call the place where they go and feed other cats, cuz apparently they ain’t got enough mouths at home ta feed. She got hurt one day, couldn’t walk on ‘er paw, and they hadta trap ‘er and take ‘er to the vet. She didn’t like that. She went to a woman’s house to “rest” for a few days, and then the people took her home ta live with us.
Funny thing is, that’s kinda the story about how we got tha next cat, too. Same yard. Same hurt paw. Same vet. Only he came straight to the peoples’ home ta “rest”. Hurt paw my…well…paw. He was walkin’ on it the same day! He wudn’t hurt!
Now he hangs out upstairs, which is fine with me, cuz then I don’t gotta deal with ‘im. He likes ta come out at night and meow a lot, and wander tha house. He ain’t figured out yet that the people are asleep at night, and they ain’t gonna wake up for him. But then he also ain’t figured out that I got food in bed with me at night, so maybe he just ain’t too bright.
The people seem ta like ‘im, though. Call him “Mr. Snuggles” because he likes to purr and roll around a lot. He lays next to ’em and shows off his belly. No respect for ‘imself, if ya ask me, but then again, he does get a lot o’ cookies when he does stuff like that. Hmm.
So that’s it. That’s all 7 of us. Mebbe you’ll stick around for more stories, cuz I’ll tell ya, I got loads of ’em.
