Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Sometimes, we get along famously.
We are not the best of buds, we will admit that. Our mom thinks it's because she did not do one important step when she brought Buster home. Instead of quarantining him and for me to slowly get used to his smell in the house, they brought him in the same room with us and I hiss at him instantly. We forgive mama, because she didn't know any better then. The people at the shelter did not tell her to do that (only by reading kitty blogs did she learn about that). Instead they were repeatedly telling her that should I not get along with Buster, they would gladly take Buster back. Mama thought that was unacceptable. She would never return Buster back so she told us to get along.
The hissing stopped after a few days, when I realized that mama and papa love me so much and that I was allowed to sleep in bed with them and not Buster (he still is not allowed, except when it's cold and he jumps into the bed when papa is asleep).
Truth be told, we get along more than what we show our pawrents. I give him baffs because boys smell you know, and we nap together and stay in my room for the morning sun every day.
And sometimes we both nap in the cat tree.