Oh, Gawd, It's Cat Blogging

(Don't mind this post - it's just a little bit of passive-aggressive push-back to being hustled by the family.)

The Missus seems to have fallen in love with a cat up for adoption at a local pet store over the weekend. (What she was doing in the pet store to begin with is a matter that has not yet been explained to my satisfaction.) She and the younger Llama-ettes are now lobbying hard to bring this animal into the Butcher's House, going so far as to pass me a series of notes on the subject during Church yesterday. I don't think that the reaction they provoked from me was necessarily in keeping with the spirit of what the Rector was preaching - I've been over the Gospels a number of times in my life and I don't recall anything about the blessedness of desiring to boil one's loved ones in oil.

So far, my defense has been to advocate the rights of our current cat, Jenny. I have pointed out that a) she is very small, b) she is de-clawed, c) at nine years old, she is getting to be middle-aged and d) she has given no indication whatsoever of being at all lonely since our other cat Jeeves died last spring.

The rebuttal is that this new cat, named Bella, is a sweet-natured animal who is used to being around other cats, has lived in harmony with de-clawed animals and has even gone so far as to adopt a litter of kittens that were not her own. Of course, this is only a partial defense: while it may indicate that Bella is not likely to savage Jenny, it doesn't address the issue of whether Jenny would actually want her around.

Nonetheless, just to show you how weak I really am, I seem to have gone from "Absolutely not," on Saturday to, "Well, only if we can send her back if things don't work out," this afternoon.

Grrrrr, I say.

For someone who really doesn't like cats, I sure have to spend an awful lot of time around them.

UPDATE: Well, Bella is coming tomorrow for a two week trial. It turns out she's actually under the jurisdiction of the Noah's Ark Foundation, a sort of pet halfway house.