The Alien Has Landed

We just adopted another cat. We hadn’t planned on adopting a 3rd one, (we already have two: Kira, 2, and Hobbes, 9) but my sister’s 14 year old kitty was ready for a slower pace than the busy home of a young family. Our house is very quiet, with no kids, plenty of good places to nap and someone who is home all day. The cat’s name is Rose, but Rose is such a weird, alien sort of cat that my sister has always referred to her as “it”. I’ve taken to calling it The AAC (Ancient Alien Cat), because I strongly suspect that there’s a mothership out there that’s waiting for it to check in and report.

Our newest family member arrived on a Monday and spent Monday night in peaceful isolation, safe behind my office door. It was so quiet that our other two cats didn’t even notice that there was anyone in there, but Tuesday morning I opened up the door and sat myself down to supervise introductions.

10:00am
Kira: Hi! Are we going to be friends?
Rose: INTRUDER!!! I WILL EAT YOUR SOOOUULLLL!!!
Kira: But…we’ll be friends?
Rose: I WILL REND YOUR FLESH AND FEAST ON YOUR BRAINS!!!!
Hobbes: *asleep under bed*
Abby: Escorts Kira out & shuts door for a while so Rose doesn’t give herself a heart attack from fury.

1:45pm
Kira: Hi! Are we friends yet?
Rose: GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!
Hobbes: What’s going on in here?
Rose: DIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!
Hobbes: *flees*

2:10pm
Kira: Whatcha doing? Can I do it too? Cause we’re friends?
Rose: I HAAAATEEE YOOUUU!!
Hobbes: Say, is this your food? It’s delicious! *crunch crunch*
Rose: *FREAKOUT*

3:15pm
*Staring Contest*
Kira: o_o
Rose: O_O
Hobbes: -_-

6:45pm

Hobbes: I have some string!
Kira: Hi Rose! Do you want to play with me yet?
Rose: YOU ARE A PLAGUE UPON THIS EARTH AND I WILL END YOU!!
Abby: Kira! Leave Rose alone!

11:00pm
Cats: WE HAVE SOCIAL PROBLEMS!!!

7:45am
Hobbes: Mind if I join you for breakfast? *crunch crunch*
Rose: *grumble*
Kira: Good morning, friend!
Rose: Damnit.

10:07am

Kira: I’m knocking things off of the coffee table!
Rose: I’m napping.
Hobbes:  I’m inconsolable. My toy mouse is under the refrigerator again.
Abby:  I’m lighting candles & composing grateful hymns to Bastet….and then I’m getting the toy mouse out from under the fridge. Again.

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