Tuesday, March 10, 2009
We have added a new member to the Jackson clan. Introducing Willie, a 3-year old male. For those of you who have been with us here at GGDF since the beginning, you may recall when Cassinova disappeared, our orange tabby, within weeks of moving into our new house. Losing Cassinova was devastating to the kids, and we simply took our time replacing him.
My son just got his braces on, and he had to have a small surgery removing an extra tooth on top (called a supernumerary for those of you medically inclined). He's been such a trooper that I decided it was time to get our pets on.
So we adopted Willie two weeks ago. He was captured by Seattle animal control roughly six months ago and was rescued by Another Chance Pet Adoption. We actually adopted two cats, the other being a 7-year old male tabby. His name is Mac but we had to return him. There was constant cat fighting, and they would not share the litter. And you know what that means; when one's crapping in the shitter the other one is crapping in the living room. And as most of you know, two of the most hurrendous events on earth occur when a cat shits and when Democrats open their mouths.
After Mac was removed, Willie still wouldn't crap in the litter. So we were forced to put him in confinement, and after nearly two days of stuffing him full of tasty cat food, he still wouldn't crap (probably confused). This morning around 3:00 am Willie dropped some nuclear bombs into the litter box and then was trying to scratch his way out of the laundry room. I got up and walked in there to discover that the deed was done. Willie knew it, too. He was meowwing and rubbing against my leg. He knew he had passed the test. Welcome aboard little buddy, and don't even think about walking out that door. Because, damnit, we're not going to lose another cat to those fucking coyotes.
Drunkenly pounded onto a keyboard by Paul at 3:47 PM