Today was Tunch’s one year birthday, so I went to the pound and rescued another cat so that he would have a play friend. I now have two one year old cats, and I will not be in the market for another one anytime soon.
Things went relatively smoothly when I introduced the two- there was a lot of tension, some high pitched yelling, and hair everywhere- but enough about me. Tunch and Oliver (and no, I did not name him after Oliver North- when I saw him at the pound he just looked like an Oliver to me- and that seems to be as good a way to name a pet as any other, so it stuck) seemed to hate each other at first, then after a few hours their behavior turned into a sort of almost French indifference (“Yes- I see the stinking cat. What about it? He does not bother me. Give me a Pounce treat. You bore me, human.”)
After ten hours together, I am now John, the human Jungle Gym. The couch is now kitty high hurdles. I don’t know where my cell phone, my keys, any of my pens, or the remote controls are hidden. In other words, I am now servant to two masters. I will post some pictures when I borrow my friend’s digital camera.