Cats are assholes.
Integrating new cat into house day five
Henry: I’m twice your size suckers. Deal with it. Cleo (the black and white girl) #1: ohgodohgodohgodohgod Old Orange Fozz, Catkin: I’m cool out here in the hall. Just hanging. Out here. Also, you can eat the black and white one. That’s cool with me. Go for it.
Integrating new cat into house day four:
Henry poops like a grown man. Either that, or some man is climbing through my windows, sneaking into the kitty box, and doing his business. Somehow, this seems like a preferable alternative to the possibility that it’s Henry.
Integrating new cat into house day two: Here are the Rules. Ha!
Every guru of How to Integrate a New Cat into Home 101 proclaims: YOU MUST NOT LET THE CATS INTERACT UNTIL THE NEW CAT IS FIRMLY ESTABLISHED. This hilarious command reminds me of the edicts I used to read about in my child-rearing days. Ridiculous and impossible fantasies spun by,…
Integrating a new cat into the house: Day One, Continued
Home. We shut Henry into the spare bedroom with some food and a litter box. He cries and cries and cries. At 2 a.m., I relent and move him and all his paraphernalia into our bedroom. At four a.m., I kick my husband with the universally understood stop snoring jab…
Integrating a new cat into house, day one: Meet Henry
My mother-in-law is moving in with my brother-in-law and his wife, so someone must take Henry the Cat. We draw the short straw. Henry is now ours. Don’t get me wrong. I love cats. I have two. So what’s the big deal about three? Well, this is Henry. I know…