A Year of Two
A year ago last week, I finally wore my husband down and we went to a shelter to see about getting a second cat. Well, a kitten really, because there’s just nothing sweeter in the whole world than a fuzzy, purry, cat-nappy kitten. The kitten we picked at the shelter was calm and sleepy, he didn’t hiss at us when we picked up him and he groomed my hair a little (it probably needed it). We were sold on that tiny gray and white kitten.
When we finally brought him home, we were a bit surprised. Our tranquil kitten was, well, feisty as all hell. And our other, already slightly grumpy cat? Was the grumpiest creature on earth.
We finally gave him a name, Jacques-Imo, but the day we named him that may be the last time he was called that, aside from when he’s in trouble. He usually goes by Shmo, or Moses, or Shmo Bro, or Shmoses. Or Mos Def, naturally. To be honest, he probably gets called “little kitty” or “STOP THAT” more than anything else.
I know it’s hard to believe that this sweet face can cause trouble, but be ye not fooled. He is pure trouble. Adorable, adorable trouble.
With time, he and Karma made peace. Well, he still tries to mount her about thirty times a day. That’s normal, right?
His very favorite thing in the whole wide world is food. Any food, any time, any place. I’ve never been as excited about anything as my cat is about eating the exact same food, three times a day, every day. It would be cute if it didn’t involve so many early morning sleep disturbances. He also loves him some chips or crackers, which we never give him, but he hasn’t met a box or bag he can’t get into yet. And he has even been known, on occasion, to walk off with entire tacos while my husband isn’t paying attention.
He may be a year old, but he’s still a kitten at heart.
And also a ninja (that video is really a testament to my inability to be a normal person. I apologize for the crazy voice at the end. I have a problem).
But beyond being adorable, sweet, a little mean to Karma, and a ninja, he’s my cat. And I love him so much I sometimes worry about loving him more than my future kids.
Don’t judge me.
He’s my Shmo. You’d love him too, trust me.
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I'm Katie, a 29 year old, wife, mom, former teacher-turned healthcare professional, who just happened to have brain surgery in November of 2007. This blog chronicles my daily life, from mundane to crazy. Sit down, get comfortable and stay for a while.
Omg, you are not helping to quell my desire for a second kitten!
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Katie Reply:
June 22nd, 2010 at 9:18 pm
DUDE. Get one. Our older cat really loves him now. It was an unpleasant adjustment at first, but they’re so sweet and happy now.
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Just one more reason to “get ME to the shelter”…for volunteer training. Kitten lust! I love my five older cats, but there is just something about kittens/young adult cats
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Oh, he’s so cute! I love the one where he appears to be trying to hug Karma. I know exactly what you’re talking about with your feelings for him…I love Frank and Nancy so much that sometimes I feel a little ridiculous. Even after all these years, I worry about failing them…so, I won’t judge you if you don’t judge me.
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I want a kitty soooooo bad! (Stupid allergies!) Yours are sweet and adorable and I am so jealous!!
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Katie Reply:
June 23rd, 2010 at 8:42 am
Maybe this will help- my sweet and adorable cat spent from 5 to 7:30 this morning walking across me, standing on my chest, biting my nose and otherwise torturing me for food.
He was entirely unsweet and unadorable this morning. Trust me. Enjoy your sleep, of that, I am jealous.
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What a cutie! I also have a little hellion at home that turned one in May. Schmo is so big! I knew that my cat is the runt (she never received proper care until I got her at 8 weeks) but in comparison my kiki is still just a baby.
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Love these pics! he’s SO CUTE!
funny – I was just tweeting with some people last night about dog’s names and what we actually call them – I’m pretty sure that Elle thought for a while that her name was actually “ELLE!NO!”.
My mom actually called her “the Christmas dog” for a while because her first Christmas at home all we ever said was “No Elle!” (Noel). HA.
We are crazy dog people. Luckily she’s calmed down now that she’s 3 and doesn’t hear it nearly as often.
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You’re way too good at making me cry. The story of bringing Schmo home and how he and Karma adjusted to one another sounds so much like my boys’ (Sage and Dweezil) reactions to one another.
I no longer have either of them due to very upsetting circumstances, and it’s possible I’ll never have a cat again (or not for many years, anyway), as my son has allergies now. But they’ll live in my heart forever. They were part of our family, just the way your fuzzy babies are.
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I, too, worry that I love my pet more than my future children! He is a dog named Thriller, also known as Thrilly, Thrillykins, Thrilly Bear, Bearykins, Thrilly Pup, White Dog… the list goes one…
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I’m a sucker for a cat…I’m a super sucker for a kitten.
mo
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You forgot to add about the crazy lady in Twitter who thinks that he is her internet cat. Oh wait I am that crazy lady.
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Awww. I love kitties. I do love my sleep, though, and we just can’t afford high-maintenance pets right now; the fish tank is as good as it gets. ;p
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