I have talked about my Curly Girlies, B, M and L quite a bit on this blog, but there is one more sweet little girly who is begging to be mentioned. Psycho Kitty is a little over a year old. The Doctor found her in the parking lot of his office building when she was about 3 weeks old with her mother nary in sight. He sent me a picture of her and I immediately responded, "If you are asking if I want her, the answer is yes! Her name is Psycho Kitty."
B had just gone away to sleep away camp a few days earlier and we decided to keep it a secret from M and L because surprising them is always so much fun. We had 2 other kitties at the time (Sweet Girl and The Sweetest Boy) so we didn't have to get too many items to get ready for our new addition. I had to buy some kitten formal and when M questioned me, I told her G-ma had gotten a new kitten and asked me to pick it up for her.
The Doctor came into the house holding Psycho Kitty (who was smaller than his hand) and usual, both M and L came running up to greet him. M stopped in her tracks and said, "What's that?"
"What does it look like?," The Doctor asked back.
"A kitten. Is it ours?," she asked.
I don't actually remember how we told her yes, she was, because as soon as we did, she started jumping up and down, screaming and then shouted, "L!! We have a kitten! Look L, a kitten! Just like you always wanted!" Hearing that, you'd think perhaps L was in the other room, but no, she was standing right there, having heard everything that had just taken place.
M has a habit of repeating everything she hears to whoever is willing to listen (sometimes a willing listener is just anyone who has 2 ears. Doesn't matter if they are actually paying attention, or if she even knows them. The poor grocery store cashiers know every little "exciting to M" piece of information she has). So, L had already heard this conversation, but maybe because M was so excited, she started screaming, "We are?!? Oh, thank you Mommy!" I told her to go thank her Daddy, since he was the one who came to Psycho Kitty's rescue.
When M saw me pouring the formula into a bottle to feed Psycho Kitty, she asked, "Wait. Isn't that for G-ma's new kitten?" I looked at her and said, "G-ma didn't get a new kitten."
"You said this was for G-Ma. Ohh!," she realized, "You said that so we would be surprised!"
"You are correct!," I replied, getting ready to feed Psycho Kitty.
"But, wait. Did G-Ma get a new kitty?," she asked, still a little confused.
"No, M," I smiled. "That was a ruse to keep you from figuring out that we were getting a new kitten."
"Oh. Well, I think G-Ma should get a new kitten. Can I feed Psycho Kitty now?"
Fast forward a year and two months. . . Psycho Kitty has lived up to her name very nicely. My favorite form of entertainment is watching her chase her tail. For months, I'd hear her hiss at nothing and wonder what spooked her. For a minute (well, about a week if we want to be technical) I thought perhaps she was seeing ghosts or spirits. During the year, we had to put down both Sweet Girl and The Sweetest Boy and I thought maybe they were visiting. When I told my theory to The Doctor, he just rolled his eyes and sighed (ironic, eh? I thought for sure he'd grab his sonic screwdriver and help me find the cause). One day, I was in the kitchen and she was sitting by my feet with her tail swishing behind her. She must have caught a glimpse of it in the corner of her eye, because she jumped about a foot in the air, started hissing like crazy and proceeded to run in a circle trying to catch it. She then sat back down and rested. A few minutes later, she turned towards her tail and hissed again and I about fell off my chair laughing. That got her to stop looking at her tail and looked at me instead. After giving me the kitty version of the Stink Eye, she slunk off to lick her wounds. I guess my laughing hurt her feelings, but act like a fool, and laugh I will!
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