The Cat Came Back

So we have this new pet, part two in the saga of trying to find the perfect pet, and I think we might have found him. Since we had to give away the ferocious Midnight, a part lab, part wild beast female puppy; in case you did not hear, she was quite aggressive, and we tried to train her but there was no response to any training by us or our friend who trains search and rescue dogs, so she is now living her life on a farm chasing who knows what and probably biting them, I had decided to put off getting another one, even though there was much pressure put on me by two lovely little people. Then one day, an email arrived saying we are moving to Mali, does anyone want one of our two cats. They are both fixed and potty trained, and are very nice. It had been a few months since the puppy ordeal, so I thought, well why not, let's go and meet them and see what happens.

So I emailed this family back and said I was interested. They suggested that I take Fudge, mmmmmm fudge (in my best Homer voice) who is an inside cat, very friendly and calm. Sounded good to me. So I said sure, let me meet the critter and then decide. Well, I got a call later saying they were willing to give her to us right away, since we had a week off and we could play with him and let him get used to his new home. So I spoke to the girls, and of course they said yes and Voila, we have a cat. He was jittery at first but soon warmed up to the girls and eventually me, and now he feels like the house is his, especially where there is food involved. So I think I made a good choice this time, one for two on the pet selection, and here is why. As you know, in Africa there are critters here you do not get in Canada.

Well a few nights ago, I hear Fudge playing on the other side of the house, near his food bowls. So I think, he has a ball or something and is chasing it around the house. So I go back to my work, and half-heartedly kept my ear open to listen to him. Well, I soon found out what he was playing with because he entered the room with it a few minutes later. We have since rename him the Cowboy Kitty, since he corralled and chased a cockroach clear across the house to my feet, where I promptly stomped on it. Fudge, aka the Cowboy Kitty, calmly walked away and went to lie down. So, not only do I have a nice friendly kitty pet for my girls, I also have a ferocious cockroach hunter who brings them to me to squish.