Friday, May 11, 2007

Kitty Day, Part I

Eastertide

We stopped by PetSmart for a "Kitty Day Eve" visit and picked up some necessities like a little carry box, a litter box, and some catnip scented toys. Because I am a novice in the weird and wild world of pet ownership (I note here that I neither intend to give the cat a name, or refer to it as other than an "it"), I didn't expect that some Humane Society refugees would already be there.

We encountered a little calico that we had previously admired on the Internets, but soon discovered that she was a little nuts. I don't know if kitty was loopy, or if it was too many hands and too many peoples or what, but suddenly it lunged at Kyle, tore off his face, and skinned and bit the arm of a humane society worker before escaping into a pile of dog food bags.

Okay, it didn't tear his face off, but he did get a scratch on his lip.

The nice people told us that that particular kitty was about to be "taken away" anyway - just a little worrisome.

So today after lunch Jesse and I are going to the Humane Society to check out the bigger collection of floor models.

Kyle declined to go with us.

12 comments:

+ Alan said...

Good Lord! The drama begins.

#Debi said...

You have to name your kitty! Otherwise, whose name will you bellow when it shreds your sofa?

stephen said...

I would be interested to see what you think about my most recent post.

-mike- said...

Kitties... I love them! My little display icon on my new computer is of a kitty... i love her.

Kyle said...

It's name is Thunder.

But we call it "Kitty."

I have accepted Stephen's challenge(?): interested parties should hit this up.

Peter said...

For the sake of "the other" Kyle, I hope it wasn't a radioactive kitty.

-mike- said...

Hey, just a little off subject, but what exactly is stephens "challenge?"

Kyle said...

To read his campbellite stuff, I guess.

-mike- said...

Oh. It bored me. No offense, Stephen. I am sure you are reading this...

Then again, I am pretty boring too...

SaintSimon said...

Cats - Who'd have them?

Ours still insists on standing in the litter box with its back end hanging over the edge. As the man in the house, it seems to be my job to clean it up.

Kyle said...

Well, when I asked him real questions, he got all snippy - I don't have time for that kind of thing.

Kyle said...

Oh, and Simon - cleaning is a woman's work. Scientific fact.