‘The Three Ninjas’ invade Spiers household, have their run of the place
Sometimes you can see trouble coming and there isn’t a thing you can do about it.
Like a few moths ago when my wife was feeding pne the abandoned kitten she had found in the yard.
“I’m keeping the white one,” she said, as it sucked on a special little nipple on a bottle of kitten nursing formula we had bought.
I knew better. I knew she also would keep the other two littermates, who were black and orange and truly homely. They look like they were accidentally sprayed with bleach and their black fur faded in streaks and spots. The one she was holding was a Siamese mix of some kind, with mostly white fur and tips on its ears and feet of gray.
Having had a Siamese cat as a young girl, she has never gotten over the breed, as most Siamese lovers never do.
Sure enough, in a couple of days everyone, surrogate Mom and kittens, had bonded as I knew they would.
So, a few months and many hundreds of dollars in vet bills later, we have this little cat family. “The Three Ninjas” we call them because of their destructive force. As kittens they would roll about the floor, tangled in a ball of furious growling and hissing as they play fought.
As they got older they learned to zoom through the house, flying over furniture and people on that furniture without regard to safety — theirs or ours. Collectible objects disappeared, sometimes because we put them away for safekeeping and sometimes because the cats claimed them as toys.
We have been through many kinds of cat food as we searched for something that wouldn’t bother one cat’s apparently sensitive stomach. Luckily cat lovers are so crazy about their fur babies that companies can make and sell these sorts of things.
At a premium, of course.
People, to a cat, are something to lie on, or maybe to climb, on their way to somewhere else. People provide petting and attention when the cat desires it.
Cats put their stamp on Spiers home
They now pretty much have our house set up the way they like, showing us through trial and error just will and won’t work. Nothing on mantles, please, because those are cat pathways, as is any flat surface.
Litter boxes only go in specific places and they should be kept clear, or else. Window ledges are first and foremost cat perches. Anything on the floor belongs to the cat. My office chair is always a bed.
There are so many rules that it is impossible to keep up. But I try, sometimes.
They stay indoors but they have birds to watch, at the feeder outside the window and in the bathroom where a couple of parakeets live in a cage, high up and just beyond their reach — so far.
I saw this trouble coming and there was nothing I could do about it. They are seductive. They have even drawn me in. Heck, even I have bonded.
