We’ve learned quite a bit about our little “Sundae girl” in the month since she adopted us we adopted her.
We immediately learned that she’s a politician. When I met Sundae at the Humane Society, the volunteer took her from her cage and placed her in my lap. Sundae made herself comfortable and purred like one of Motor Man’s race engines. Once I brought her home, however, she decided that she’s not really a lap kitty after all. Obviously during my visit to the shelter, she was simply campaigning for a new home. And we all know how those campaign promises go.
We’ve learned that Sundae has a drinking problem. You see, she drinks from sources other than her water bowl. Which, by the way, I keep clean and filled with fresh water. But she prefers a different type bowl.
Or hot bath water.
We’ve also learned that Sundae is a talker. She talks all the time. And she only speaks “cat”. And since we aren’t proficient in “cat”, there’s definitely a language barrier. But I guess most cat owners have attempted at one time or another to decipher what a cat is trying to say.
And last but not least, we’ve learned that Sundae is a little criminal. Guilty of grand larceny. You see, in spite of broken promises, her drinking problem and the language barrier, she’s stolen our hearts.
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