They did so beautifully together yesterday. Pearl and Grant even sat on the bed together, albeit as far apart as possible. Sugar got on the bed with Pearl with me in between. It was so promising.

This morning, I took Pearl's cat box out of the tub and cleaned it to take a shower. I thought, I don't need to put someone in the bedroom during my short shower. Ha. Halfway through my shower I hear bang, bang, clank, hisssssss.

I jump out of the shower dripping on everything on my way to the bedroom. Pearl is under the bed. Tail bottle brushed out, Grant fur still in her tiny Pearl paws. I grab her and pull her out. Dripping on her dripping on everything. Nekkid as the day I was born. She got away before I could get her to the bathroom and went after Sugar. Picked her up again. She meowed the whole rest of the shower that I was SO mean for putting her in the bathroom with me. Sugar now hisses every time she SEES Pearl. Sugar never initiated hissing before. My sweet baby has become a hisser.

Miraculously, I suffered not one scratch, which shows Pearl is more bark than bite (forgive the metaphor, Bast) but what a bark! *sigh*

On a better note, she did finally throw up the mouthful of cotton batten she ate the other night after she ripped open and extremely sturdy stuffed cat wand (which was immediately thrown away). Geez. It's like having a six year old hoolikitten in the house.

Copyright © Karen Chuplis
November 19, 2002