I have already had to erase some kitty typing from this entry. Upon my lap is this large Purr Thing known as Kittymaomao, who belongs to my ex-boyfriend. The Ex had to go on a trip for at least a week, and since Sofie and Kittymaomao used to get along fine, asked me to kitty-sit. I’ve told him before that if he ever wanted to find a home for Kittymaomao I’d be happy to take that li’l motorboat. I really like this cat, and he’s the only cat that Sofia can’t intimidate with her wiley coyote ways.
Kittymaomao was so happy to see me that he purred solid for the first day and night he was here. In the picture he's chasing his tail, not fending off Sofia.
When she first met Kittymaomao she tried to eat him, of course. And while he hissed at her, he has never, EVER puffed up. I’d love to see him puff up, he’d be about the twice the size of a basketball! Thing is, he’s so confident (or stupid?) that he just hisses, swats at her, and finds a convenient perch or hidey hole. Actually, I’ve seen him stand his ground down on the floor and swat her. He’s one tough cat.
Not that she has been serious about eating him, at least, not since the first 24 hours. Now she’s approaching him and giving him the dog “let’s play” signal, you know, the slap-down outstretched paws bow. Kitty isn’t having any of that yet. He just looks at her. But by the time the Ex wants him back I’ll be having to separate them at night so I can get some sleep without constant galumphing. As it is, Kittymaomao walks right up to Sofia and rubs himself against her.
There’s an added bonus to having a cat around. No, I don’t have mice, and I can’t let him out to catch the squirrels, he’d get lost. But if I want big, humongous Angelina Jolie Baboon Butt Lips I don’t need collagen injections. All I have to do is kiss Kittymaomao on the nose and my allergies will do the rest. On smooch and voila! Instant Mick Jagger lips!
