The Return of Chaos

As I posted earlier, after 20 years, I had to say goodbye to my best buddy, Max. And I realized after a few days how much chaos he actually had caused in my life on a daily basis. A few examples:

Max would wake me up at 6 am every morning looking for breakfast. And if I didn't get up, he would pace, meow (loudly), knock things over and pick fights with my other cat and the dog until I was annoyed enough to get up and feed him. And if I still didn't get up?


Well, he fed himself.

When I would eat dinner at night, Max would jump up to try and get at my dinner a minimum of 15 times.

I also realized that I missed the sound of purring in my ear at night when I go to bed. My other cat, Salem, is not cuddly. Max would have to sit ON me, not next to me. And the times that he did sit next to me, he had to be touching me.

His favorite place to hang out was on my shoulder like a parrot.

But yet I have been telling myself that I was not getting another cat, because there is no way I could replace Max. And I still believe that.

And then my friend who works at a vet's office posted this:

Cap't Jack needs a home!

I took one look at that face, and I was done. I knew he was coming home with me. He was from a litter of feral cats and a saint of a woman brought him in because he had a severe eye infection. They needed to remove his right eye and she paid the almost $400.00 vet bill to have him all fixed up.

That is how Willie came to live with us two weeks ago. Yes, his name is from the Goonies. It just suited him. And I'm not a fan of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies, and I thought the Capt Jack reference was from the Billy Joel song, and I was not going to have a cat named after a song that talks about masturbating.

He is the best anti-depressant ever! I have also realized that God makes kittens and puppies so damn cute, so that we don't kill them.

Currently, we are trying to come to an agreement on the following:

• My legs are not a ladder to higher surfaces
• I don't stick my face in his food, he should not stick his in mine
• Just because I let him sleep with me, he doesn't need to have the entire pillow
• My feet are not toys. Neither are my fingers. Or the computer mouse. Or the toilet paper.

It will be interesting to see who is going to win. I have a feeling it's not going to be me.

The cuteness level is off the charts in this house, so I will end with this:





Please note that most photos are of him sleeping....because when he is awake? He's a little f*cker...and I adore him so.