Pigpen is still for food and not much else.
Well, the inevitable is here. I’m writing about my cat(s). I’ll leave it to my friend Mike to do the appropriate intellectual analysis, but the fact is – I am a cat (and dog) lover. I have a new cat, and I’m gonna write about him.
Pittsburgh has not been good to my kitties. Since moving here in the summer of 2004 I have lost three cats to that great nip garden in the sky. Donut came down with pneumonia and had to be put down a few months after we arrived. Little Man escaped and flat out disappeared into my unfriendly (and soon to be ex-) neighborhood. Sweet sweet Malla recently died of complications of an unfortunate interaction with a car. I’m developing some resentment against the ‘Burgh for its consumption of my kitty sweetness, but, naturally, that hasn’t prevented me from filling the recently emptied cat-hole in my heart and home.
Having been abandoned with limited food resources (he was found in a recently-evicted apartment with bunch of rotting donuts and a stick of butter) Pigpen spent his first fortnight in isolation eating. Any person walking in the door would be greeted but frantic purring and head bumping. After the requisite trip to the vet and some additional time isolated to treat a massive ear mite infection, and after creating the biggest mess I’ve ever seen perpetrated by kitty, Pigpen has been released into our home environment.
He gave Pugzly a cold, which I’m hoping won’t get any worse, and is having a hard time getting used to the dog. But, I’m optimistic that this big-eating, cat-box scratching purr monster is going to fit nicely into our home. Cute.
1 Comment
November 14, 2008 at 2:02 am
I am terribly saddened to hear of Malla’s passing. Your new kitty is adorable and has found the excat right home