On Tough Choices

Tali enjoying what little we have of the 'great outdoors' in
our home.  ... little does she know the plant is a fake!

So I posted a few weeks ago in one of my first entries about the kittens that Mike and I acquired through stealing them from the mother who birth to them under our deck.  We ended up with two of them in our house, and they didn't like us all that much.  I was fine with it going, "Ohh, they'll come around."  Well, Tali had a few lumps in her belly, so I brought her to the vet afraid that she somehow got pregnant at such a young age.  They assured me that she wasn't pregnant, but they were swollen nipples and I should separate her and the other cat immediately so they didn't have little Lannister incest babies.


So, Scrappy goes in our room and we let her run around the house with Ramus.  Scrappy hides in our room all day anyway.  ... Scrappy is going to have to stay in there for weeks until they can get fixed.  ... That's not fair to Scrappy.

So- this is when we have to make tough choices.  Tali is -such- a purr/cuddle monster now that her scaredy cat brother isn't there to hold her back anymore.  Even as I write this she's curled up in my lap purring away like a damn motorboat.  Ramus has once again become unfamiliar with him and was hissing at the door earlier.  I let him in so Scrappy could get some companionship.  Ramus ate his food and left his 'mark of dominance' and that was that.  I was not pleased.  Ramus doesn't act like that with Tali at all.

So... I called the shelter.  I'm going to be bringing him there so that he can get adopted out.  I feel awful that I tried and couldn't get this cat to love us like we wanted to love him.  I'm angry that Ramus lashes out the way he does at him and if Scrappy actually wanted to be with us and love us, I'd send the dominate jerk away.  But, Ramus isn't like that with a female cat in the house and Scrappy isn't liking us at all, content to just sleep underneath a recliner all day.  Tali's doing so much better now that he's not around... and he's just a sweet adorable little kitten.  Never hurt anyone.  Sweet when you can actually get him to let you near him.  Just a kitten, but he's causing so many problems that we're forced to send him packing.  Poor guy.  It makes me feel terrible.

But, I look down at the sweet and purring Tali curled up in my lap at this late hour keeping me company and keeping me warm, and I appreciate the fact that for once I have a cat that's MINE and loves ME.  Ramus is totally Mike's cat.  And I know that some people might be reading this thinking, "GET RID OF THE FUCKING CATS!"  But I LOVE cats.  ... I love every kind of cat.  (I'd be a lesbian for Debbie if she wasn't so obsessed with running...)

Tali's even good with the kids.  She lets Madison pet her and doesn't get mad if Madison is rough and she even let Lily go after her earlier.  Lily grabbed her a bit too hard and she didn't nip or anything, just walked away.  Tali is a keeper.  ... I love my little Tali.  Her and her freakish handpaws.

... It's almost 3am.  A pity that the one time I do get inspiration to write again, it's way past my bedtime and I shouldn't be awake.

Which also reminds me of... 

This website that'll tell anyone EXACTLY how I function in a funnier way than I could ever describe it.