Ever since my other cat, Captain Jack, died of old age I have been trying to impress upon my husband the need for another cat. He would not hear of it- we are both mildly allergic though with meds we’re fine, Sassy Britches has a hard time getting along with another cat (she came to accept that Jack wasn’t leaving, but was only kind to him toward the end of his life)… and the fact that the previous owners declawed Sassy completely making it hard for her to do much to defend herself. He had valid points, but I wanted another cat.
Last week during the cold snap Warren discovered that mice had found their way in and lost his ever-loving mind he was so mad. He talked to me about the possibility of getting a “mouser”. All I heard was “second cat or small dog” because let’s be honest- you don’t know if your animal is going to get the job done. Oh, there are character traits to look for, or breeds that are supposed to be better at it; but in the end each animal is different. Once they are home, he isn’t going to let them go and I know it. He told me not to go crazy, and that we were going to take our time and decide…. but I knew I had to strike while the iron was hot. We had been arguing this point for like three years after all. And so I went to the SPCA and my local PetSmart and fell in love with no less than five animals- four cats and a dog. Then I made him choose between them because I just couldn’t. Here were the contenders:
Russia was a big girl with a sweet and tender disposition that immediately wanted pets, and seemed very laid back. I had high hopes that she would be patient with Sassy, but wasn’t sure she’d be a mouser like Warren wanted. Also, I wanted to change her name to Vasya after the main character in The Bear and the Nightingale.
I also liked Sprinkle Toes who was gorgeous, funny, rambunctious and curious. All signs pointed to being a good mouser, but would she be good for Sassy?
On my second visit to PetSmart, this time with Warren, the cat area was closed for cleaning so we just looked from the outside. Spooky escaped her cage, slid under the cages Mission-Impossible-style and proceeded to play with the attendant by popping out at different stages. Well, another of the cats still locked up was unimpressed. Every time Spooky popped her head out under Edith’s cage, she would be swiped at and shoved back down. Spooky took this in stride, neither yelling nor retaliating in any way but continuing her game. All signs point to a good mouser, but also a superb disposition toward other cats. Also, she made Warren laugh.
I can’t even say why I loved Calie. She had been rescued from a hoarding situation and was terrified the first day I met her. She stayed in the back of the cage with the largest, most shell shocked eyes and my heart melted for her. Surely this was a cat that needed a quiet home and lots of love. The second time a few days later she was coming forward for pets and seemed more relaxed though still skittish around noises. A mouser, this one was not. But she was sweet and I couldn’t see her causing Sassy grief.
Then there was the dog of the bunch. Ramen Noodle has a rat terrier head on a really big body. He looks goofy, and he knows it- seems to revel in it. Both times I went to look at dogs at the SPCA the others were going nuts, barking and jumping, and there was this boy sitting pretty with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. He looked at me, I looked at him… and it was magic. I loved this dog. He was well behaved and hadn’t seemed interested in pestering cats according to his papers. A dog, though, without a fenced in yard, means three walks a day. And a pooper scooper or bags. Ugh…..
So, five amazing adoptees and only the funds/ permission for one. What’s a girl to do? Why, force her husband to make the hard choices of coarse! After each one, he decided on…. *drum roll*…
Spooky! (nickname: Boo) I got her several toys that she loves and we made her a safe room for Friday and Saturday so that the cats could get accustomed to the idea of one another before meeting. By Saturday night, though, Spooky was tired of being alone and wanted to explore. We had been coming in lots to spend time with her, but she wanted more. We decided to introduce them. Spooky did well…. Sassy flipped out. She started hissing and probably cursing at Spooky in cat. Spooky took it in stride and continued to explore between bouts of petting. This morning we let her back out of the safe room. Sassy is still mad, but Spooky is giving her space and showing the sweet temperament that made me feel secure in the fact that she wouldn’t be starting stuff. We will continue to monitor the girls, but I think we’re good. Sassy’s just stubborn and a little rude. lol.
So that’s me for the week, what’s up with you?