Oops I did it again

For the last week, I've been out of the house between 8:30am and 6:30pm. This doesn't exactly mean I've got a job, but it sorta does, and my brain hurts thinking about it so I'm not going to try to write down what exactly is happening. The government's fiscal year ends later this month and things will return to the status quo. Whee.

But my being out of the house has had a very annoying consequence, which is that when I get home at 6:30 and just want to sit on the couch for half an hour, it's more irritating than I can say to be sneak attacked and bit by a playful cat. After being alone all day Gigolo's got all kinds of energy, biting energy, and I'm still allergic enough to get hives when he does. I've pretty much decided to dump him back out on the streets he came from, but he's so stupidly fat at this point that the other street cats would look at him like a chew toy. So Ed suggested that we get him a playmate, another cat to keep him company. I ignored him. Gigolo alone is enough trouble without getting him a partner in crime.


Then, last Saturday we were coming home late and there was a tiny cat in the driveway. I bent down and he came running right over, weaving between my legs and jumping into my lap. When I picked him up his poor little bones were poking through his skin, so I looked at Ed. Ed just shrugged, "If you feed him, you've adopted him." The little cat meowed at that very moment, and I heard him say, "yes, adopt me! I'm so tiny and cute!" So I fed him on the back porch, out of the same containers Gigolo first used. I petted the little buddy some more and came inside to bed.

The next morning before I even got out of bed I groaned. Oops, I adopted another cat. For goodness' sake! I do not need another cat!

But Oops the cat was nowhere to be seen. That was Saturday, and he didn't come around again until yesterday. He's even skinnier, and even more meow-y, and even more desperate to be touched and held. I fed him again.

Ed says I CANNOT name any more pets, and that Oops is NOT this cat's name. And if it is his name, Oops is NOT living in the house. He wants a cat named Lucky, or Kitty, or something NORMAL.