So my sister moved what appears to be the bulk of her stuff (not including clothes. She has more clothes than 2 department stores put together) into the apartment this weekend. Along with her cat. Bailey.
[Edited to add: I am very happy that my sister is living with us. I'm just not so crazy about the current animal circus going on.]
Can I just say, I am exhausted.
Bailey has taken refuge from the reprobates (Chloe and Sugar Ray) by hiding under my bed. And hissing at any animal (excluding humans) that comes within three feet of the bed. When she’s not doing that, she’s walking around the apartment using a preemptive hiss to forewarn any animal of her impending arrival. And maybe to scare away evil spirits. I don’t know.
Chloe has taken to growling at Bailey while maintaining the 3 ft rule. This must be one of those unwritten cat laws (um, right, cats can’t write. whatever.). Sugar Ray follows Chloe everywhere and pretty much acts like the cute bunny he is. Thank the gods he is not making any noise. I think that would put me over the edge. Especially if he decided to scream.
He just merrily hops around the apartment and sniffs everything. He’s tried several times to get close to Bailey to smell her too. I’m thinking he might think she’s his retarded cousin since she’s almost as furry as he was a few weeks ago. Bailey is having none of it. She hisses at him, which makes him stop and stay where he is until she stops hissing. Then, he resumes his hopping to get closer to her. This morning was the closest he’s been to her as they were on either side of my open bedroom door. He got close enough for Bailey to swipe at him. He was completely unperturbed by Bailey’s attempt to claw his eyes out from around the door this morning.
Chloe: I’ll stand back here and be the lookout. You go see what that thing is doing.
Sugar Ray: OK. Doe dee doe dee doe.
Sugar Ray: Yeah, it’s still over there.
Bailey: Come near me and I will claw your eyes out, puny animals.
I do have to say, this is the furthest he’s ventured out with his girlfriend. Chloe and Sugar Ray are becoming more and more like Bonnie and Clyde. Inseparable. In trouble. But probably not quite as destructive. And as far as I can tell, they haven’t stolen anything. Yet.
While I’m sure most of you are going, “Awwww, how cute!” or spouting some other nonsense. Let me tell you something. It’s only cute during the day. At night, this is not so effing cute.
I was woken up twice last night when Chloe & Sugar Ray came into my bedroom, managed to somehow shut the door and themselves in my room only to bang on the door because they couldn’t figure out how to open the door back up. It wasn’t even shut all the way.
Another time, I was woken up by Bailey batting around the empty food dish (Chloe’s empty food dish) around until I got up and put more food in it. This. Is. Not. Cute. At. All.
I feel like I’ve been on an all night bender without any of the fun parts. Pass me the coffee, please.
I heart Sugar Ray!
Um, I think this makes up for the two to three nights I was kept up all night by the fornicatory activities of Chloe and Sugar Ray. Those two are LOUD fornicators.
Um, I think they learned that from you and Branton.
Believe me, it doesn’t happen like the Bunny-Kitty magic that goes on in the living room. I’d be sans boyfriend if it did.
Holy crap you got a funny household of animals on your hands. Perhaps I’ll start writing about the antics of Coco, Daisy, Tachyon, Nefret, and Muppet… But then my blog would be about my pets…