Yes, Nino is back home. He arrived this evening looking about as excited as a wet blanket. He definitely smells good. But I guess that we all deserve a bath after we have our colons flushed. Niiice. The dog isn’t sure what to make of the cat. It smells good. It looks like Nino. But it has the attitude of a washcloth and is about 4 pounds smaller. Definitely not sure what to make of this creature.
Nino wasn’t interested in the food at the clinic and not interested in what we had to offer either. WaWa made an executive decision that everyone should leave the kitchen except for himself and the cat. No gawkers. So Mama Dog and I retired to the living room where we discussed the merits of regular baths for long haired cats. Mama Dog was in favor on many levels. However being the one who would have to put this plan into action, I wasn’t so sure about it.
While we were talking shampoo and body wash, WaWa and Nino were having a face off over the food dish. Nino tried to get down and WaWa just blocked his way. Nino -being exhausted and hungry – eventually gave in and ate something. Alot of something. Apparently one bite of Science Diet is enough to start a feeding frenzy. During the marathon-males-only-meal session, Nino managed to cover WaWa in water from the water bowl and soak the kitchen cabinets and floor. But WaWa felt proud nonetheless and was excited to proclaim that Nino had “shat” in his box!
Mama Dog and I just rolled our eyes. Soon we will be out numbered. There will be more males in this house than females. When the baby joins us, the odds will become a full 2:1. I think Mama Dog and I might need to seek out a place of safety and privacy. A place where chicks rule and men (and their body humor) are relegated to second place.
What do you think?
minnie said,
July 31, 2007 @ 5:05 am
run, do not walk, to find this new place. as the only female who is sane (the cat is senile, i swear), i am outnumbered. the rafters rattle with belches, and my eyes water from the gases that flow like water around here. i can’t get a dry towel, or a bowl of cereal, or even my own damned poptarts! (i prefer the unfrosted ones, but when the teenage (and not so teenage) males start to rumble, it’s just best to get out of the way, and hope the feeding frenzy does not turn your way.
i miss having the girls home. (they’re 21 & 22, sigh)
Kellincatty said,
August 3, 2007 @ 4:28 pm
But Chicks DO rule – just because you’re outnumbered, doesn’t mean you’re not preeminent.