I do NOT want a cat. She is mean. She is mean to my dog, she is mean to Kevin's dog, she is mean to me. The only person she really gets along with is Kevin. Kevin calls her and she comes running to him, because she listens to him. I call her and she runs the other way. If this photo doesn't convince you about what an awful cat she is I don't know what will!
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| Every picture of her turns out like this, and this is NOT photoshopped! |
There are other reasons I don't like the cat. When I take a piece of jewelry off she will run off with it if I don't put it away immediately. One night I took my wedding ring off for a moment and the little sh*t grabbed it and ran, thank goodness I had two working legs at the time! When I take a bath she sits in the bathroom and stares at you, when you close the curtain she peaks around it. After I got home from surgery I had to lock her out of the bedroom as she would fight with the dogs constantly, she would then throw herself at the door and make it bang all day. There are other things she does to me, I can't think of them all right now.
The cat has no fear as you can see from this video and picks on the Abbinator CONSTANTLY:
But Kevin loves this cat, and I know that my dog can be very needy and whiney sometimes as well, and I really need to learn to pick and choose my battles. So I guess we are keeping the cat. Today I took Fiona in to get her fixed and declawed (something I swore I would never do to a cat because I think it borders on inhumane but I also don't want to purchase new living room furniture and bedroom furniture in the next year). So I drop the cat off, go to work and no less than a few minutes later receive a phone call that goes like this…..
The Vet: "Sarah, this is the vet, we uh, I just, well… do you know that Fiona has a p*n!s?"
Me: "*insert awkward uncomfortable laugh here* uh, no? Are you sure?" (How old am I?)
The Vet:"Yea, well, I went in to examine her and get ready to do the procedure, but…. Fiona is a he… I've actually had three other people look at her… him… and come to the same conclusion."
Me:"Ok, well can you fix him then?"
The Vet:"Well, there is the problem, your cat doesn't seem to have any testicles"
Me:"Oh My! Well…. then what do you recommend?"
The Vet:"Well… I don't really know….. I guess you could just leave him like he is and if anything ever changes you could bring him back…."
Me: Well, ok, hmmmm, well I guess that will be the plan?
There was a lot of laughing during the above conversation!
There was a lot of laughing during the above conversation!
When I did pick the cat up, the vet was just as perplexed as could be, in all of her years in doing this, she has never encountered a cat like this.
So, in the long run I guess that the cat saved me some money. BUT, I think that after today a lot of things have been explained. It is evident that she has been acting out because she is having an identity crisis:) Others tell me that her identity crisis is the least of her concerns right now, which is true!
All in all, I have been laughing about this all day today - One of the funniest things that has happened in quite some time!
The ultimate question still remains though, do we change her/his/it's name? My vote is for Fernando, Kevin says we need to leave it as Fiona (it is his cat ultimately). He continues to refer to it as a she, I'm pretty sure it is an it at this point.
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