Saturday, September 08, 2007

Hello, Pussy

Well, it looks like the kitty is staying - at least until it decides to leave on its own. A visit to the vet revealed it to be a two-month old male, free of fleas and other vermin but, like most two-month-olds, not much of a fighter: gashes behind each ear are infected, as are both eyes, plus he's got non-infected scars and scabs on his nose, butt and hind leg. If cats wore underwear, he'd probably have arrived with a serious wedgie. (Hour-long vet visit: $9, plus $6.50 for medicine.) We're leaning towards "Benito," absent any better suggestions at the moment.

This morning, after circling warily for an hour or so, he decided to join me for coffee and online newspapers, at least until the perro - who likes to have a bit of a lie-in on the weekends - decided to roll out of bed. I shooed the kitty on its way and restored the perro to his rightful perch, but within minutes the kitty jumped back on the desk, walked across the dog's back and hunkered in next to him. Dog didn't even flinch. I'm not sure which animal is the bigger loser, frankly.

1 comment:

O$ said...

"Joselito".

Need I say more?