I've been having a hard time sleeping lately. Here's why:
Yes, I have a cat. King think's I'm a maroon. I didn't have much choice. A guy I know had 4 kittens that he needed to get rid of. His plan was to turn them loose in a farm field. That
wasn't going to happen. Punk and I met him and took 3 of the 4 kittens (8 weeks old) to the SPCA. The 4th came home with me. Her name is Miss Hinson. She is named for the mother of the King of the Country Western Troubadours--Unknown Hinson. Unknown was named for his father. His birth certificate reads "Mama: Miss Hinson. Daddy: Unknown".
After we dropped Hinson's siblings off at the SPCA, we took her straight to the vet. The verdict from the vet was other than fleas, she was in good health. Following the vet's instructions, we brought her home and bathed her in Dawn dish soap.
During the bath, she started calling out for her "Preciousssss". Again, following the vet's instructions, we dried her off and then applied flea spot and locked her in my half bath for the night. The next morning, she was pretty much flea free and feeling snuggly.
Most of the time, though, she snuggles with her teeth.
King keeps asking me if I've realized I've brought a "cat" into the house. When I say that, yes, I know I have brought a cat into the house, he gives me a disgusted look. Still, Hinson likes King.
So far, the only issue came when I had the laser pointer out. We learned that cat chases red dot and dog chases cat. Unlike the red dot, though, the cat can be caught. That took everybody by surprise. Hinson has also taken to pouncing on King when he is eating a Beggin' Strip. She's either fearless, or a complete idiot. The jury is still out.