The Cats

In part, this blog wouldn’t exist if not for the cats, so it seemed only appropriate to properly introduce them. Likely several of my girlfriends (Nancy and Marianna) will chide me, but I’ve demonstrated what I feel to be great restraint in the cat-picture-posting arena to date.

These cats are no strangers to the blog-scene, having already been profiled (albeit anonymously) in a posting titled “Is My Cat Trying to Kill Me?“. The avocado story is completely true.

Petie (left) with Kip (right)

Kip

Kip is Cat #1 and was adopted when I was dating a man who had 2 cats himself (refer to “He Had Cat (s)”). and was named at the shelter after the neighborhood he was ostensibly found (“Kip’s Bay”). Though I have doubts he ever spent even a day outside given his dislike for both people-food and – as I learned the hard way – the outdoors.

Kip (aka Kippie, Kipper, Kippy-Cat,The Kipster, Good Looking)

Thanks to Kip, I will never have “real” furniture again unless of course it’s microsuede (harder for them to get their claws into and destroy, though Kip always finds a way). About the only thing I trained him to do was use the scratching post as a signal to me that he would like a “Temptation” thank you very much.

Kip enjoys: Gay paws (I will explain this in a blog soon), running away from Petie, sleeping at foot of human keeper’s bed, and Temptations.

Petie

Many of my friends have never meet Petie (Cat #2) given his intense phobia of people, resulting in his residing in my bedroom closet when others are present. Since hardly anyone ever sees him, perhaps I should only acknowledge having one cat. Hmmmm, guess it’s too late for that now.

Let’s just say the cat rescue folks knew they had a softie/sucker and played me perfectly. My sister sums it up pretty well when she says Petie is “special needs” and “eats his emotions.” My mother, every time she sees him, asserts that he “adds no value” and can’t I exchange him for another cat? [see “The Cat-Less Years” for more on my animal-free upbringing]