We’re a few hours early, but happy 4th birthday to my kitty, Angus!
Angus’ story is sort of strange. My mom, at the time, had a Yorkie/Pom cross and a large orange cat who used to love each other but then the cat started to hate the dog. After we visited the local ASPCA to look at the animals and donate money, she couldn’t stop thinking about this one little orange and white kitten who threw himself against the glass window at us as we walked by. We had left and we were at lunch, and she got this crazy idea that perhaps a kitten would make her existing cat happy.
I, knowing a thing or two about animal behavior, told her that this was a terrible idea and that Jake, the other cat, would be really upset. But she insisted and we went back and got the little 2 month old ball of fluff. She wanted to name him something Irish or Scottish because of his color, and she picked Angus. I was against that because I always think of black angus cattle when I hear that. But she was thinking of Angus Young, a guitar player for AC/DC, and she thought that my dad would be less angry about a new animal if he was named like this. Whatever.
Anyway Jake absolutely fucking hated this kitten. To the max, y’all. But her Yorkie/Pom mix, Misty, was so in love with this kitten, you wouldn’t even believe it. He became her baby, and Laika was thrilled because that meant that Misty would leave her alone.
I went back to college during the fall, Misty died the following winter, and then the kitten started acting badly. He was tormenting Jake, he was into everything, and my mom, who has had 20+ cats in her lifetime, had never encountered one she couldn’t control until him.
Sometime around a year and a half ago, she called me and told me that if I didn’t take him to my house, she was taking him back to the shelter because she just couldn’t handle him and the other cat was going nuts. So I brought him up here, and he’s been more or less an angel. He got along great with every animal housed here since that time. Other than getting up on the counters every once and a while (which bothers me but I just make sure to clean them before I do any food prep…lol as if I cooked), needing to relieve himself during every car ride we take to the vet, and waking me up with his incessant meowing at 6:30 AM every morning, he’s been just the greatest, sweetest little guy.
Because of him and fat old Jake (who is actually an ftm trans*cat, I’ve decided), I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to have a cat who is not orange. I just love them so much.
So happy birthday, little man! Extra cuddles and all the toy mice you can dream of <3