You know how I participate in Writer’s Workshop?
What?
You don’t think I really participate
because I so loosely interpret each theme?
Come on!
I do participate!
(To the best of my ability.)
And we all know my abilities are limited.
Seriously limited!
So today, for this weeks choices,
I am picking:
My animals are making me nuts.
A long time ago (like January)
we adopted some cats.
Now before you think we are so nice,
listen to the WHOLE story.
Around here, there is always a WHOLE story.
It is never plain and simple.
And Happily Ever After!
Well, Kaish was disheartened about
the whole dog issue.
Remember those people that found the dog
and were going to let us have it?
And then they backed out!
On Christmas????
I am still not too happy about that.
Thanks for reminding me!
So anyway, Kaish was sad.
Super sad.
And Gary wanted a pet too.
So, I conceded.
We went to Pet Smart
where they have cat adoptions on the weekends.
It was the end of the day on a Sunday.
There were a few cats left.
A few cats with issues.
One cat was partially blind.
One cat had hearing and peeing issues.
We were going to just get one.
The lady said we should take 2
so they would have a friend.
I like friends
AND
I can never EVER ever say no.
The lady said we would be the PERFECT family
for these special cats.
So, anyway, we adopted these cats.
Gary had to pay an adoption fee.
It was $85 a cat.
That is a lot of $ in our world.
But you know, Kaish was sad about the puppy,
Gary is rich,
and we were making the world a better place,
yadda, yadda, yadda.
So we take them home.
And we do everything they told us to do.
They gave us approximately 100 papers
about how to care for the cats.
(And I am not even exaggerating.
Sometimes I do, like when I say eleventy eleventy million.
There is no such number…)
We got the cats all situated in 1 room.
We put their food and litter out.
We made them feel safe.
Except, apparently they didn’t feel safe.
We were supposed to leave them
in the room until they came to the door
when it was opened.
We waited a week and a half.
They would come to the door.
And hiss.
All day long they hissed.
I love animals.
Like I love children.
I tried to get them to like us.
I fed them yummy cat food.
Remember, it was so good that Naji ate it?
Sometimes,
Do NOT tell Gary or my Dad this,
because they would FREAK out!
I would give them tuna.
Not just any old tuna!
Albacore tuna.
You know how expensive that is, right?
Super expensive.
I just wanted them to like us.
But they never did.
Finally, after months of being hissed at,
months of PEE in the house,
months of Kaish being sad that his
sweet cats HATED him : )
We called the adoption people and said
we were having some problems.
You will never believe what they said.
They said
“Are you abusing them?”
Ummmmmmm, if I was a cat abuser,
would I have paid $ to adopt them?
Would I have called to say we were having problems?
Would I have fed them tuna?
Of course I told them no.
We loved them.
We tried to be their friends.
They just didn’t like us for some reason.
Then they told me
they would like to send out
a CAT COUNSELOR
to work with me and the cats
because they thought I had a problem.
Gary thought that was the craziest thing
he had ever heard.
He said we could keep the hissing cats.
I thought they belonged somewhere else.
Like a BARN!
Or something.
So, I politely declined the cat counseling
and said we could either give them back to them
or take them to the SPCA.
We simply could not keep MEAN cats.
Then we were on vacation.
Do you know the lady called one day,
and I didn’t answer the phone.
She left me a message saying
she was GRAVELY concerned about
the cats welfare and she wanted me to call
immediately.
So I call her, from vacation,
and I tell her we are out of town,
and she says,
“Who is watching the cats?”
I told her the neighbor was caring for them.
I could tell she didn’t believe me.
She was a little high strung.
We finally returned them a couple of weeks ago.
I wish you could have seen the Director
and the workers glaring at us as we
took them in.
Kaish was crying because he was so sad.
Naji was crying because one of the cats
had scratched him when he was trying
to soothe it in the car.
And I was crying because
do you have any idea how hard it was
to get 2 partially psychotic cats
that HATE you in cages
and then in the car?
So, there you have it.
Our Cat Drama.
We will get a pet someday.
A pet that likes us.
And does not hiss : )
I had a cat named Sam when I was little.
Loved that cat.
I had a dog named Sam when I was little.
Loved him too.
What was your pets name?
Do you think the cat lady
was a little crazy,
or should we have kept the cats?
PS Sorry this was eleventy eleventy million words long!
PSS I would like to name a baby Sam one day too.
Sam is a great name!
I googled Funniest Joke in the world tonight!
