Kitty Kai Never Dies!
February 10, 2021
So, years ago I did a post about introducing a new kitten into our household of older cats. One of those older cats being a massive, jealous diva queen whose temperament towards new kittens was like Johnny Lawrence’s reaction to Daniel-san in Karate Kid. (No Mercy!) Our kitten, Ginger, was and still is a sweetheart; very non-confrontational, would prefer to sleep than fight, and enjoys belly rubs from strangers (and no, it’s not a trap! She really likes her belly rubbed!). Rather than deal with our older terror, Ginger often hid in my lap under a throw blanket. And jealous diva cat never lightened up (*cough* Kreese) so poor Ginger had to deal with her for years.
Well, over time we lost the older cats and now we have a new younger cat, Harriet. I really thought that things would go smoother introducing a kitten this time around, but instead this happened.
Ginger, seeing new kitten: What the…? Goddamnit! I thought I was finally an only cat! What. the. FUCK Mom?!
Harriet sees Ginger: FRIEND! Yay! Play play play play play!
Ginger: Yeah, no. *Hiss, turns her back*
Harriet: Friend play!
Ginger: No. Go away. You stay in your corner and I’ll stay in mine.
Harriet: No, YOU play! Plaaayy!
Ginger: I’m leaving now.
Harriet, manic look sparking in her eyes: Nooo! You will play with me! You will be my friend! *fly tackles Ginger from behind*
Ginger: Ugh! Get off me! I don’t want to hurt you kid!
Harriet tackles again. Which is rather like a ball bouncing off a wall.
Ginger: Damnit! I didn’t want to have to do this! *throws out tentative paw in the nicest swat ever.* OK, that means ‘no’! Do you understand? NO! Now go play somewhere else! *mutters under breath* Dumb kid, see what you made me do.
Harriet, eyes so wide they look like they’re going to fall out of her head and quivering like a junkie: NOOOOOOOO! You will love me! YOU WILL LOVE ME!!!!! I’LL MAKE YOU!!!!
Ginger, looks at me: Another one? Really?!
Me: Um… at least she’s not trying to kill you? *shrug*
*Harriet chases Ginger out of the room.*
Me: Oh, that’ll stop soon.
A year later… still waiting. I’m sorry, Ginger. It’s hard to be that adored.
Love Hard! Love First! No Mercy!