Funny story. Phatty~Foo~Foo (top photo) is a rescue from the park. I've known her since she was a wee thing and always promised I'd bring her home. I did. She's the most amazing kitty. She's gentle, kind and loving, always has been. She was spay about a week ago and to be safe we've kept her in the family room closed off from the rest of the house and all the rascals. Why? Because they play too hard and she needs time to heal. Shadow (second photo), aka, OH NO!, the two and a half pound bundle of trouble has been in agony all week trying to access the family room, but to no avail. I'm up late tonight because I took a little nap this afternoon, now can't sleep. I went to the kitchen, which I'd closed off from the rest of the house for Phatty, so she'd have both the kitchen and the family room over night (we live in a mid-century home and unbelievably every room can be closed off with a pocket door~brilliant!). She was on the table in her soft bed, the lights were low because I have everything on dimmers (yes, I learned electrical work when I bought the house), I reached to pet her and she seemed a little too fat. I said, "Honey, what's going on?" I turned up the lights to discover Shadow next to her and said "What the hell are you doing here!!!???" The only thing I can figure out is she slipped into the kitchen when I opened the door to get a cup of tea earlier in the evening. I didn't notice because she's so black and very quick! They looked happy and peaceful, I left them together. I know Phatty has been sad without her brothers, sisters and uncles, so to see her happy made me happy. And to see Ohno sleeping...priceless!
Another funny story. I'd always though Phatty~Foo~Foo was a boy. He's not, he's a girl. She had so much hair I couldn't tell. So I have to get used to saying "She!" I'm considering changing her name to Patty~Foo~Foo. And then, if that wasn't enough, Shadow (OH NO) put her butt right in front of my face today and I happened to have my glasses on. I saw two pom poms and thought, OH...MY...GOD! I was told she was a girl, have always assumed she was a girl, never even looked, took her to the vet's for a checkup and wasn't told any differently...but today, unless I'm blind, that girl is a boy! Good Lord!!! Unfortunately I'm not religious, so God isn't going to help me. I do know St. Francis likes me however. My vet is going to die laughing. I'm going to give her a very, very hard time because she deserves it! It's all too funny.
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