It has been utter chaos at my house. We’ve had so many guests I thought we were opening a boarding kennel. We had a foster dog, a pit bull friend, and grandma’s dog all visit in the same month. The guests are always dogs. What’s up with that? Last month’s featured friend, Indy, has gone from foster dog to permanent member of the family. Even though he is a dog, I have to welcome him. The people in my house just couldn’t resist him, and he has been living with us for about a month. Honestly, I don’t know what all the fuss is about. One day when he was home alone he got into the garbage and spread it all over the house. It looked like he invited every dog in the neighborhood over to play in the trash. Then there was the day he peed in grandma’s house. That’s never good for anyone. One other thing about this new friend is that he gets into my litter box. I can’t print in a family newspaper what he does in there, but it is really not cool.
If all the dogs at my house weren’t enough action for a visually and hearing impaired cat, there is a 10-month-old child constantly hugging me (very tightly) and grabbing my fur by the fistful. I try my best to stay away from him but he keeps getting faster. I’m in trouble when he figures out how to walk. I spend my days sunning myself on the deck, avoiding being run over by dogs and kids. It doesn’t always work, but I’m pretty tough.
While the stream of dog guests never seems to stop, we rarely get any feline visitors. I feel like a cat living in a dog world. I put much of the blame on the “lamestream” dog-dominated media. It’s a good thing we have Moonshine Ink to keep things fair and balanced.
I stopped by the shelter the other day and once I got past all the barking dogs, I checked out the current cat crop. I met several good-looking kitties including a big fella named Kiki and a sweet lady named Moaning Myrtle. Myrtle was part of a group of cats named after “Harry Potter” characters. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the Potter crew have all found homes, and all that’s left is poor Myrtle. Maybe the name has given her a bad rap. She isn’t really much of a moaner. Unlike her whiny, complaining namesake (a ghost who haunts the first-floor girls’ bathroom at Hogwarts), Myrtle is actually a quiet, shy, and petite girl. I think she’s pretty cute. I tried to invite Myrtle over to my place for drinks and a hit of catnip, but she declined. She said my house sounded too busy. I won’t hold it against her. I’m sure when she gets her own home we will be getting frisky together. My mom always said it was the quiet ones you have to watch out for. I got my eye on Myrtle.
If you are looking for a more boisterous cat I recommend Kiki. Kiki had found a home but it turned out to be a little too mellow for her. She’s back at the shelter seeking a place with some more action. Kiki could live with us, but that might be too much action for her. This girl loves kids but I am not sure how she feels about dogs. I also met four kittens that were so young they didn’t even have names yet. It is a great time to find a new feline friend. The humane society has all shapes, ages, colors, and sizes.
If you are interested in Myrtle, Kiki, or any of the other great cats at the Humane Society of Truckee-Tahoe, visit hstt.org.
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