Mema's cat has come to live with us. It's a great cat and has integrated fairly well with the family. Well, it's integrated about as well as anyone that came from a sedate assisted living home to a household with 3 kids and wild activity all the time possibly could. It's amazing to me that it has ever come out from under the bed considering the shock of the change in environment.
I thought about something kind of funny when, I believe it was Joyce, mentioned a small detail about Kitty Poo (Mema picked the name not us).
This is actually Kitty Poo 2.
The cat has the same black and white markings as the original, and it never dawned on me that enough time had passed since the original Kitty Poo arrived as a kitten in Mema's living room that it had achieved old age and passed on thus requiring a "clone" Kitty Poo replacement.
What must have gone through Mema's mind when Kitty Poo 2 came home for the first time? To set the scene, I don't believe that Joyce told Mema that this was a new cat. Mema probably looked at it and noticed that it seemed much younger and active than it did before it went to the vet. "Hey, what's that vet treating those old cats with?
Anyway, the cat is a loved member of the household now, and hopefully it doesn't go insane from the constant jet engine equivalent noise levels and kids trying to find it and "pet" it at all hours.
There is also the fun little bit of retribution for all cat-dom. Kitty Poo is allergic to something in my house and reacts much the same way I have around cats for all my years of cat ownership. (No, I'm not all that bright I guess.) The cat's sneezing and watery eyes make me think...HA TAKE THAT FUZZBALL!