Ronnie the Bear is settling into the house well and in fact is quite sure he is the cat in charge. He struts about and terrorizes Gus, who seems so curious and wants to be friends. Everytime he gets close though, Ronnie the Bear hisses and gives him a swipe, then jumps into my lap. Gus will then flop on the floor and look at me forlornly. Tugboat just seems scared of him, though she is twice his size.
I think RtB has taken a liking to Davey especially. He likes to curl next to him and, like above, sleep on his shoulder. Generally he is pretty affectionate to everyone though. We still shut him in a separate room at night so Gus and Tugboat feel comfortable and can sleep on the bed with us without RtB around swatting at them.
He is gassy though. PEEE YEW.
So the thing is, though, we are still a little unsure about whether to be attached to him. He just seems like he was someone’s pet. We are going to take him to the vet tomorrow – if he is not microchipped, he is ours. But if he is, I will feel compelled to return him.
Um, and also we have an appointment to meet a polydactyl kitten tomorrow. I just can not resist.
See what that means? That means that tomorrow we might feasibly go from having two cats to four. Because, you know, the ratio of cats to people in the house just wasn’t high enough.
In addition, I got a call last night that I was not expecting at all. A friend called from San Francisco and asked if I would be open to readopting my old dog.
As you know, I had this dog many years ago with my ex-girlfriend. When we broke up she kept the dog. Then she got together with someone new, and that woman took possession of Kaeli when THEY broke up. This woman is friends with a college friend I am still close with, and asked if I might be able to take her. Apparently her work schedule has changed and she can no longer give Kaeli the time, attention, and love she needs. And huskies need a LOT of all of these things.
She has not decided yet. But of course I said yes. I am not really sure we are ready for a dog right now, but in other ways this is probably the best situation to try it out. She will have a big yard. She will have a dog next door to play with. She is, sadly, old, so I suspect we would have no more than three or four years with her. She, hopefully, still knows me.
I cannot say I will be overly sad if the other ex changes her mind though – I would feel very bad about leaving her outdoors all the time, and she really would have to become an almost exclusively outside dog – she has never tolerated cats very well. She, by the sounds of it, has become grumpier in her old age and I would worry about her with other people and animals. However, I DO feel responsible for her and used to have a great relationship with her, so if it is decided she must come to Texas than I will take her happily.
For those of you keeping count, we now potentially may become a four cat, one dog household.
Oh my lord. I think I’ve changed my mind about having kids soon.
UNRELATED: Since I wrote the entry about flowers a couple days ago, I remembered another funny flower story. I had gone to visit a friend of mine in Malmo, Sweden. We decided to go down to the water and have a walk. We saw tons of lovely wildflowers. "Shall we pick some?" I said. "Absolutely!" said Mette. We gathered an armful each and took them to the car.
We got in and after about two minutes both of us started sneezing so hard that we had to pull the car over and throw out some of the flowers. I had never before nor have ever since had such a dramatic effect to pollen. Crazy Swedish pollen, being all efficient at making us miserable.
