Kitten Britches Meets Ginormicat

So, things have been a little hairy around here lately. We got a new kitty. We weren't supposed to get a new kitty, because Mr. Grouchy Pants Peanut Head wouldn't let us have a second cat after our last one bought the farm.

Well, Mr. Grouchy Pants went to Petsmart for dog food one day and he saw a little kitty that he thought was pretty dang cute and that maybe, just maybe he could relax his ridiculous rule for.

Except he didn't tell me about his little slip 'n slide of resolve.

Until the next day. When Petsmart had no kittens available for adoption because they do that on Saturdays, Bonehead. And the teenager that was working had no idea where that kitten came from and wouldn't even entertain a guess.

I walked out of that store trying very hard not to catch on fire.

I was not going to lose this window of opportunity though. I was going to find that cat if it killed Peanut Head. And it might. I called all the Humane Societies, put myself out there like Crazy Cat Lady, looking for this one, special little kitty. This one little kitty that was the only kitty for Mr. Grouchy Pants.

And I did not care how irrational and ridiculous I sounded because I was not letting Mr. Grouchy pants off the hook. We've waited a year and a half for him to relent and let us have a little friend for Jo Jo.

See? Doesn't she look lonely? Well, don't be fooled (like me) because she is now trying very hard not to catch on fire herself. I'll get to that though.

First, I have to tell you about the Great Kitten Hunt of 2009.

So, finally, finally I found the kitty. It turns out she was living in a foster home not a mile from our house. I picked the girlies up from school and we raced over there to get our kitten. We were going to take her home and do the victory dance all up in Mr. Grouchy Pants' face with her.

Well, Kitten Britches, which is not her real name, just an interim name until her personality reveals her true name, was at this foster home. With oh, maybe 100 other kittens. I could be wrong, but there were cats everywhere and they were all moving, so really, who could get an accurate count?

Really, the Foster Cat Lady was really very sweet. She just happens to like cats. A lot.

So, we located our kitten and I filled out the paperwork, but we couldn't take her home for at least a week because she had to have her final round of shots and get spayed as per Humane Society policy. I have no complaints about that. I'm all for spaying and neutering pets, and if the only way they can make sure it gets done is to delay adoption, then I'm all for that.

There are too many animals out there that will never have homes. It makes me sick thinking about it. I don't understand not spaying and neutering pets. It's irresponsible.

Anyway, we found the kitten so I was happy and no longer in danger of catching on fire. A week and a half went by and we got a call from the Foster Cat Lady. The kitten was still too small and she wanted to wait another week for her to get spayed. Okay, I was a little bummed, but it's better to be safe. There were a couple more delays in there because it turns out that Foster Cat Lady is super protective of her 101 kitties. I exercised my patience and finally, finally, we got our kitten on Sunday. Three weeks after Mr. Grouchy Pants had his vision.

Isn't she sweet?

Here comes Jo Jo. I can't wait. She's going to be so excited.

 "What the .  . . ? Oh, no, no, no, no, NO. YOU DID NOT. YOU DID NOT BRING ANOTHER FELINE INTO THIS HOUSE."

Oopsie. Maybe she didn't want a friend. My bad.

Jo Jo promptly left the premises and wouldn't come back until she was ready for her next meal. Fifteen minutes later. But she was ticked. She was ticked and we were not to pet her. Under no circumstances were we to even look at her. All feeding was to be done without eye contact.

What ev. She'll get over it.

Meanwhile, Kitten Britches is thinking about exploring her surroundings.

Still thinking.

Needed a little enticing.

"Oh Yeah. This Kitty Kingdom is awesome! I can live here."

"And this bed, it's not too hard, not too soft, it's juuuuuuuuust right. Smells a little like Fat Cat, but I can overlook that."

"Ahhhhhh."

Stinkerbell is a bit of an animal freak. And she also likes to control things. I have no idea where she gets that from.

Luckily the kitty is very laid back and loves the love.

What the heck? Where did this picture come from?

I wish I was that flexible. Not that I would do that if I was.

Today I saw Jo Jo chillin' on the couch, so I set the kitty down next to her.

"Eeeeew."

"What is that smell?" 

"Girlfriend, you need to spend some time on your grooming. Didn't yo Mama school you?"

"BACK. IT. UP. I don't want to be smellin' yo nasty Kitten Britches on my couch. Git!"

"That's better. I like my alone time."