‘Meg-alopolis’ the Turbo Cat

We bought a kitten several months ago. She’s grey, cute, and playful – all the things you’d expect an eight-week-old cat to be – and I chose her because she was so pretty…

And isn’t that a smart way to choose an animal!

The thing is, you can’t really tell what they’re really like until you get them home (dare I insert an inappropriate comment here about husbands?). And my concern was aroused two hours into our ownership, when she launched off the 16^th internal stair and concussed herself. Alarms bells chimed ‘smart kitty’….

But really, how was I to know she had a fetish for upending and sleeping in waste paper bins? Or that she enjoys sitting on the back of the toilet seat with you?….and then there’s the walking across the computer keyboard, biting your chin, attacking your feet, and the rear-end (tail always up) in your face while you’re snacking on the lounge…..

But perhaps her most frustrating quality (if one can ascribe ‘qualities’ to a cat?) is her paper thievery. Any documents left on benches and desks are fair game – many of them never to be recovered, and most unreadable if they are; chewed and loaded with cat saliva. Nice.

Unfortunately, because I was the official ‘Chooser of the Animal’, I am to blame whenever Meg turns into ‘Mega Cat’; which is often. As if I don’t have enough personality issues of my own to make amends for!

Ironically, our last cat was grey and cute, too (also chosen by yours truly) and he was a complete butt-head as well. Even my entirely non-mathematical brain can detect an emerging pattern…..

So, the obvious solution to my faulty ‘potential-pet-criteria-list’ is to consider character above outward appearance (or plead with the pet store to institute an annoying-pet-refund program). A time tested principle, pertinent to all facets of life….

Meh….

…. at the end of the day, bright and shiny is in fact, bright and shiny….