On Saturday I inherited my Aunt Polly’s cat, Kayla. She’s a beautiful kitty who I’ll post pictures of later. She’s a bit skittish right now, still, but she’s at least past the ‘hiding under furniture’ phase.
What I really want to talk about is Skirt. When another cat is around my eccentric sweet lump of cat, perhaps the greatest cat ever, changes entirely and turns into a monster. She starts to act just like her dad minus the pooping, pissing, scratching and attached Vivian. She’s calming down some now around Kayla, but still hisses at her all the time. I really hope this is a phase while she gets adjusted to having another cat around again.
When Pants was here she also acted like a different animal, but she was still sweet…although honestly at this point I can barely remember how she acted when Pants was here. Sometimes it seems like I didn’t even really get Skirt as a pet until after her father was gone, despite the fact that I saw her hours after she was born and she used to play with my feet when she barely had claws.
I’ve taken Kayla in, just like I took in Whitey, and I’m going to stick by it, just like I did with Whitey. But I really hope this doesn’t cause a permanent change in Skirt’s personality. I liked my sweet little kitty.
Sidenote: Whenever I go to the grocery store I end up spending $50. It doesn’t seem to matter how much or how little I buy, when I go, or what my intentions are: $50 to $60, every time.