Not to worry Daddog.. crouched over the top of my monitor (it appears to be an altitude monkey) this very moment is a lil black kitten, now 12 weeks old.. named Fuzzball.
Also added to her name is her Title... and she's known locally as "Fuzzball; Pirate Princess, Eater of Bugs, Climber of Curtains, Biter of squeakes."
Go ahead and raise it as a dog... I've already got The Fuzz fetching stuffed mice, swimming, (fell off the boat first time out) and it's seems it won't be real hard to get it to do guard duty.. had the ex come over to feed it and check up while I was out for this weekend.. that tiny lil black ball of fuzz sliced her up and bit her hard on the nose when she tried to pick it up. (hence the newest addition to the title)
When the Ex squeaked at me about how viscious it was I reminded her I asked her to FEED it, not scare the toejam outta it by sticking her ugly mug in it's face. She was not charmed or willing to cut The Fuzz any slack as my words seem to fall on deaf, scratched and red ears. She repeated her lament..
"But, just LOOK at my NOSE!!!! The horrid thing BIT me!!"
Non-plussed, (and holding the now loudly buzzing, obviously pleased to be held by me cat) I responded..
"Yah.... no real harm tho... yer still ugly."
Yah know, I wonder at what point the Ex decided to let go of the cat... it's a question I've asked myself before, tho last time it came up we were out at a buffet dinner and it was "When is she going to put down that fork??"
Hmmmmmmmmmmm... maybe I can train Fuzzball up on an attack role using the Ex's perfume, catnip, and a blonde wig on a Rosie doll for the next round.
Damn, ain't cats just the toejam??
