Can We Return It???

My mother has lost her mind. She went out and found a "friend" for me. A friend! I did not even know I needed one. No, I am sure I do not want one either.

Mom claims she thought I was lonely since she has been busy with school and both jobs. Then Scooter was ill for months and she thought I was not getting enough attention. She claims her intentions were good, and I would enjoy someone around when she was away.

Little does she know, I am just fine. This supposed "friend" has taken over my space. I am not even able to walk through the house without running into this thing. And the hair. My goodness this thing is hairy. Long nasty white hair on top of it. I am a dark colored cat and I do not need to walk around with white fur hanging off of me. Not to mention the money my mother is wasting on the copious rolls of sticky lint paper she is running through.

Mom spoke to me months ago about the possibility of a newcomer, but I did not think she was serious. I had heard it before and it never came to fruition. What was she thinking. I lived with my sister for 9 years and that was tolerable. I have been an only child for well over a year and was loving it. I can not even stand when the hissing slasher comes over for camp. She had to know I would be upset.

If she thinks I am going to be nice to this fur ball she is dead wrong. The thing does not even know about boundaries. I hiss and it still walks towards me, forcing ME to have to run away. It climbs on the bed and the couch and uses my litter boxes. Oh yeah, she bought another box for the house, thanks so much for the thought. How kind of you. It can crap in three different places now instead of only two.

Thank goodness mom does not pick it up into my closet space. That is about the only place in this house I can have a moment to myself.

I also refuse to eat with it anywhere in my vicinity. Mom has resorted to placing a gate cutting the kitchen in two so we can eat. How nice. Not only do I have to jump leaps and bounds for dinner, but mom gets to trip every time she tries to lift her chubby butt over it. Not as young and flexible as we once were, huh....

Against my better judgment, I have posted a picture of the intruder. This way the world can suffer right along with me.

I vote for a return and we get our money back. The smelly hair ball is defective. I do not care what you say to the store, I demand a refund. What's that...You did not buy it at a store? Fine with me, take it back to the shelter that it came from. I am sure some other sap will adopt the damn thing.

I was not consulted about this and if this is not something temporary, I will pack my hairy ass up and head for a nicer home.

Healing....

It has been quiet around our house the last few weeks. Mom and I have spent time sleeping and reflecting. Mom took some pictures of Scooter's last day and finally allowed me to post them.

Here I am talking to him on his final night. He actually sat and listened to me instead of flying off. We shared a fresh glass of water and a chat.

Our lives are slowly getting back up to speed. Mom started back to school last week, so I have the bed to myself again in the evenings. It still is cold here so I noticed she has continued to leave the warm blanket turned on for me. What a great mom I have. Despite my copious fur, I am a sucker for a nice toasty blanket.

Despite her kindness with the blanket, I think my mom has pulled a fast one over on me.

See, last month my mom came home one day with something new. This thing was in our extra bedroom for weeks. She would disappear at different times into the spare room, and I would give her rubs when she came out. That is when I noticed a new smell. Something I did not know.

It was all fine with me, and I did not pay too much attention because I still had all my space. No hideous smell on my bed, couch, closet, basket, litter box. It was only on my mom when she left that room. We then had some down time with my buddies passing. And wouldn't you know, just when I think I have my mom and this WHOLE house to myself, she let something out of the room......

As you can see, my reaction was not one of great joy. Oh, I can not even speak of this travesty right now. I have to go calm down before I write something I will regret....I will post again soon...