July 11th, 2008

Oh lexxie

cat tale

La Nina was asleep in my basket chair when I got home from work and the kitten, Zericote (the littlest one) decided that she wanted the chair. So Nina hissed, got up and moved to the bed. I'm just figuring that they'll work it all out in the end one way or another.
I'm working on the second novel draft, which is really coming along quickly, so I'll admit I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings. I just got Mandy into London - where the book is set - when I saw a flash of light out of the corner of my eye.

I looked over and saw that Zericote had jumped up onto the bed directly behind La Nina.

My heart about stopped. Zericote has claws and Nina doesn't so it wouldn't be a fair fight, not to mention it's Nina's bed. So I got up as quick as I could, made my way slowly to the bed, telling Nina the whole time not to look behind her, and grabbed Zericote. Nina saw her once I was holding the kitten and started hissing and growling again, but the major fight was averted.

I don't know if I'll survive the kitten being integrated into the household. She's already completely subdued both dogs (Monty is a border collie cross so he's fairly big and Rocky is a pug) not to mention Mr. Jinx, our only male cat. He's huge. I'm not kidding.



That's him in the drawer - no wonder my clothes are always covered in cat hair. And Nina in the desk chair. Her desk chair. I'm just allowed to use it.

There's a wonderful quote, the source escapes me for the moment, but a gentleman said that he tried to have a heart attack a day whether he needed one or not. That's kinda how I'm feeling right now with the kitten and La Nina.

Stop laughing, Ro.