Gratuitous Pussy Shot!

Say hello to the newest member of the Clan Cinlach…Loki.

Loki is a 8 week old, male, flame point siamese kitten.

He adopted us on Thanksgiving Night as we were leaving my Grandparents house.

Here’s how it all went down…

Sappy Chick and I are standing out on the back porch of my Grandparents place, saying our goodbyes and attempting to roll our over-stuffed asses out to the car, when I heard a cat meowing…loudly.

Now normally this is no big deal, my grandparents place has always been a home for wayward animals. Due to the area they live in being rural, and the fact that some people are fucking scumwads, animals have been abandonded out there for as long as I can remember.

We’ve had rabbits, goats, horses, cows, and more cats and dogs out there then I can recall over the last 35 years. Currently my Grandparents have 4 outdoor dogs and 6 outdoor cats thanks to the strange mystical energy field that surrounds their property and attacts kitties and puppies like moths to a flame.

So hearing a cat meowing there is not a major occurance…yet for some reason when I heard this one I had to go and investigate.

I called out to the cat and followed the replies about 100 yards away in some underbrush behind Mom’s (soon to be) house. In a small thicket I spotted a small white lump…it turned towards me and meowed.

When I called out he dashed out from the brush, and started climbing my pants leg.

I picked him up, nuzzled him against my chest and looked down at the blue-eyed little darling you see above.

He started purring, rubbing his face against my chin, licking my face, and nibbling my ears. It was like he was saying, “What took you so long daddy? I’ve been waiting for you…it’s fucking freezing out here!”

I’m not ashamed to admit…I started to cry. It was the absolute sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.

As I stated above, I’m no stranger to wild beasties but I’ve never seen an animal react like that before. Most times they’re so scared or skittish that you have to coax them to come to you and often you end up stumbling after them in order to capture them. Not so with Loki…he was ready to come home. I’ve never seen one just run up to you without a hint of fear or hesitation.

While I walked back up to the assembled family at the porch, I managed to compose myself a little along the way. Carla looked at Loki feverishly rubbing and licking my face and started to get a little emotional too.

My grandfather started to make plans and arrangements for Loki’s care at their house, joining the menagerie of cats and dogs already in place. But I had already decided…Loki was coming home with me.

I knew it as soon as he kissed me on the nose…he’d been waiting for someone to come save him.

I know it sounds ridiculous, but he’d been waiting for me.

We went to WalMart on the way home and got the necessary kitty items and made a vet appointment for the following Saturday morning. Apart from ear mites, a little hunger-induced weight loss and a minor case of fleas, Loki was given a clean bill of health…all for the low, low price of $123.50.

We had a flea scare (or more to the point I had a flea scare) in that I was bitten 3 times by fleas after we got Loki home. I got bitten on my shoulder, my left foot and in an area I’ll just call “unmentionable”…but after a quick treatment of the living room carpet and our bathroom tile, things appear to be all quiet on the flea front. Thank God because the scalding hot showers (seven in 3 days) were getting old.

So…now we have a feline family member to go along with Domino, our 75lb baby girl.

The integration is going well…slowly, but well. They seem to like to play (Loki sometimes more then Domino) but the size difference between the two is a subject for concern. It wouldn’t take much for Domino to seriously fuck Loki up, so Sappy Chick and I are constantly playing referee between the two of them. Spray bottles are awesome!

Our sincerest wish is that Domino’s maternal instincts will kick in and she’ll take to Loki like a mother. I can’t tell you how awesome it would be to see the two of them sleeping together in one large furry lump by the couch.

Time will tell…Domino has ,up until recently, been an only child and has had very limited interaction with other animals.

So far, Loki’s favorite things to do include:

• Running
• Hiding
• Stalking
• Playing with the laser pointer
• Clawing Daddy and Mommy until blood seeps from their numerous wounds
• Sleeping
• Peeing and Pooping
• Eating
• Attacking everything within sight…and sometimes things that are totally invisible

All things considered I think things are going well and our new addition has certainly made things interesting…especially when you’re barefoot and trying to get to the shitter at 3am.

Moments like that are when Casa Cinlach rings with the sounds of “Loki! You little bastard! Feet are not toys!!”