This morning, after a terrible night of sleep, I rolled over to see Chris frantically getting dressed for work. Thinking that he was running late, I checked the clock on my iPhone only to see that it was 6:24. Since Chris has to leave at 6:30, and was obviously not running late, I asked him what was wrong.
Chris then started telling me how when he went into the laundry room this morning to get a pair of jeans from the dryer, he didn’t see Moogle. Since we can’t trust Moogle to be loose at night, because she is a demon from Hell and would break stuff, we leave her in the laundry room. It’s spacious, has her food, water, litter box, places for her to climb, and there is even a nice window we have open for her so she gets fresh air and a breeze. So Chris was saying that he thought Moogs was in one of the cabinets, because she loves to climb into them and sleep, but she wasn’t there. Chris then started to look around, checking to see if she was behind the washer or dryer, but no Moogle. It was after that when he noticed that the screen over the window was popped open.Moogle was loose outside.
Moogs is an indoor only cat, she has yet to be spayed simply because we can’t afford the cost right now, she hasn’t had a single shot (and before any of you try and say how she should, we can track things in, blah blah blah… we know, and I keep a close eye on her), she isn’t micro-chipped, and she has no identification on her collar because, again, she is an indoor only cat.
I immediately got out of bed, worried that something could’ve happened to her since there are loads of feral cats in our neighborhood, and threw on a robe because my sleeping attire wasn’t something others needed to see. As soon as I got to the front door and opened it, there she was in the bushes to the left. She looked spooked, and was reluctant to come towards me, and was dirty. When she eventually walked inside, I could tell that, fortunately, there was no harm done to her. No signs of her being in a fight, or anything like that. She was just dirty. Chris came down the hallway to make sure she was OK, and when he got close, Moogle started to growl a little and I could hear her starting to hiss. Moogs might be a demon kitty, but I’ve never heard her hiss at us or anything like that.
Thinking she might just be scared from it all, I picked her up to comfort her, and went to give her a snuggle. What did she do? The bitch hissed again! The nerve of her! Needless to say, she went back into her special room, window closed so we don’t have to run into that problem again, and she is still in there. I’m waiting on Chris to get home so we can bathe her filthy self.
If you read the blog that was posted a few days ago, you would know that we have recently added to our family with our new kitten, Moogle.
She is a very cute cat. Very playful, she “speaks” to us when we wake up in the mornings and when we come home after being out, and she purrs so loud!
One huge side effect is that Moogle came equipped with dagger claws of DOOM! I am not exaggerating either folks. I speak the truth.
For the past 48 hours she has been kicking my ass and little by little, my body starts to resemble bloody swiss cheese.
Proof? You want proof? Here you go…
My left wrist
Shot of entire left thigh
Shot of inner left thigh
Left thigh above knee
Inside of right thigh
Right thigh, just to the left of knee
Upper right thigh
Outer right thigh
Needless to say I am in a lot of pain right now because a majority of those just happened within the past 30 minutes. She wanted to climb on up and decided to use my pants as her way up. I am wearing PJ pants and they are very thin. Her claws went right through the pants and into my poor, delicate skin.
For awhile now, Chris and I have been talking about getting a cat. We both grew up having cats and dogs as pets, so having a kitten around would be great.
About a week and a half ago, we met up with some friends at Sonic when they were having their Free Root Beer Float night. One of the guys who met up with us, @DanielDanger on Twitter, was talking about his two kittens. We had seen pictures and video of them before and thought they were just too cute. Turns out, the person he got them from still had a kitten left. When we found out that the kitten would be free, we immediately said we wanted her but it would take some time due to us moving stuff around in the apartment to accomodate a kitten and other stuff.
On Saturday (two days ago), we went and picked up our little girl and named her Moogle. She is a tabby and tabbies typically have an “M” in their fur on their foreheads so Chris and I started to brainstorm for names that started with “M.” I Googled for popular cat names and came across a site that had a huge list for each letter of the alphabet. While scrolling through the “M” category, I saw Moogle. I am a HUGE Final Fantasy fan and have always loved the Moogles and Mog. I ran it by Chris and he thought it was cute so the name stuck. We seriously picked out a name for the cat before even getting her!
When we picked her up, the people were so nice that they gave us her litter box (that was cleaned out btw), the rest of the litter, the scooper, and her blanket. Chris and I were blown away by the generosity because we were planning on going to PetSmart right afterwards and purchasing that stuff. We did end up going to PetSmart anyways because we had to get her food, some toys, and food/water bowls. We had a lot of fun with her there and she did so well in the car. We got home scratch free!
Upon introducing her to Donnie, Moogle was a little iffy. She would puff up and hiss at Donnie, while Donnie was so excited and wanted to play with her. Later on that evening, with Donnie on my lap, Moogle came up onto the couch, walked up to Donnie, and just smacked him right in the face. Chris and I laughed about it, but Donnie was obviously stunned, and we did our best to tell Moogle (who doesn’t understand a word we say) that what she did was wrong.
That night we slept with Moogle in our bed. I was only woken up once when she got on my night stand, and she purrs so loud! We couldn’t believe it! We were also so thrilled that she knew where her litter box was, because I didn’t want to wake up and see kitty poo all on the carpet. On Sunday, Moogle was getting used to being inside and getting used to being around Donnie. Donnie, however, wanted nothing to do with her. His excitement about having a little buddy quickly changed to him being afraid of her. Whenever she would get on the couch, Donnie would move away and not even look in her direction. He was basically being a stuck up diva.
Today is different. The two of them are getting used to each other, and they even played around a little bit. I know the change will be difficult for Donnie because he has been the baby for so long and he will probably get jealous. It will just take some time. Hopefully he doesn’t become a little brat.
As we’re walking back into our apartment this evening, after spending most of the day running errands and being about town, we noticed a small, beautiful, black cat with white and grey accents in the parking lot. After a bit of prompting, it eventually came closer. As I had somewhere around ten plastic bags filled with groceries and miscellaneous items hanging from my right arm, I felt that I would like someplace to set them down, so I said that I would be heading into the apartment. Lindsey followed, and, surprisingly, so did the cat. As I set our goods down, Lindsey got some cheese and milk for the little cat. It came and went throughout the night, having some cheese, having some milk, etc. It even came in past the door, for just a little while. However, the cat seems to be gone for the moment. If we get the opportunity, perhaps we’ll take a picture of it and post it.
Everyone grows up; this is how the world works. Just because we grow decrepit and old, however, does not mean we have to forsake the things that make us happy, childish though they may seem. This is the core concept of Marooners’ Rock; we geek out on the things of our past, present, and future. Society and cultural norms be damned!
