No Hospitality
After the stresses of last month — the tenting thing and spending 4 days at the Cat Hotel with an angry Binga — you’d think we would get a chance to kick back for a little while. But no — late one evening, my human and her boyfriend came home from some event they were attending and they had something with them. They quickly stuck it in the downstairs bathroom in case, they said, it had any diseases. Binga and Boodie seemed oblivious to these strange goings-on, but I had to check things out. I mean, it was the bathroom containing my litter box, after all!






Apparently, along with getting shots and being tested for any serious cat diseases (she got a clean bill of health), she got spayed, and she kept trying to pull at the stitches. (Clearly she is none too bright.) Unfortunately the whole cone thing always freaks me out, so any friendship between me and this cat got off to a rocky start.
Well, this calico figured that if she was going to be around for a while, she had free reign of the house and could do whatever she wanted. She immediately took over. I was not pleased with this turn of events.






After the house was tented, my lazy human never completely unpacked all the cat toys and left them sitting around in a cardboard box. This cat decided that she could go into the box and get whatever she wanted. In fact, she knocked the whole thing over and just ran rampant with all the stuff. I thought the mess was kind of cool until it occurred to me that it was all my stuff.






But playing with cat toys was not enough for her. She also hunted out as many of my human’s dumb plush toys as possible and tried to kill them all. I wholeheartedly approved of that, although I didn’t have the heart to tell her that they were all already dead because we three cats had killed them months ago.






The worst thing this cat did, however, was invade our space. It was especially annoying when we were trying to take a nap on the bed. This upstart would wake me up from a peaceful snooze when I least expected it.






Binga, of course, hated her guts, but all her complaining didn’t phase this little cat one bit. She just hissed back and chased her off.
Even Boodie, who usually likes other cats, never warmed up to her. Maybe it had something to do with my human’s boyfriend’s remark.






Usually, Binga and I have only the most tenuous of friendships, but this is one time when we have something in common: a vehement desire to see this cat gone. My human swears that she knows someone who will probably take her. This had better happen soon or we are going to revolt.
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