One day my husband and I looked at each other and agreed that our three-year old cat, 'Moe Noodleman' looked lonely and needed a playmate while we both were at work.
Now, mind you, we never consulted 'Noodleman' to get his opinion on this matter.
Mike and I started looking in the newspaper, went to a veterinarian's office, and advertised on the Web for an older kitten...maybe about nine months old or so...because it was decided that an eight-week old kitten wouldn't stand a chance against a full-grown and very opinionated cat who has been In Charge of the household since Day One.
Yeah...right!
Enter 'SpiceGirl'...an eight-week old orphan that needed a home very much if she was to have any kind of a future.
This little ball of fluff was all white except for a few blotches of brown and black on top of her head, and a brownish black raccoon tail. She looked as though God had started to decorate her as a calico but then changed His mind.
She arrived in 'Noodleman''s cat carrier which , up to now, had never been shared. 'Noodleman' walked over, put his face to the door, and growled.
Okay...we were off to a good start!
For her safety, we placed her in the back bedroom along with all the necessary paraphernalia and toys, and then shut the door.
For the next two days, Mike and I would spend many an hour in that bedroom...laying on the carpet with 'SpiceGirl' cuddled up against us...rolling aluminum foil balls across the floor...and teasing her with old shoelaces. However, this ended up not being a wise idea because even now, I can only tie my shoes if barracaded in the bathroom!
And 'Noodleman' would come over to the closed door, put his nose to the gap at the bottom of it, and growl.
Even with all the extra attention we were also lavishing onto him, 'Moe Noodleman's nose remained out of joint. However, 'SpiceGirl' seemed oblivious of the fact that she was being seen as a threat to his Kingdom because she would eagerly rush to that door and stick her paw under it to try and touch him, making 'Noodleman' jump back as though bitten by a mouse!
I looked at my husband and said, "maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all". "Just don't push it", he cautioned me. "They'll work it out". "But ,Honey...will they work it out before or after 'Noodleman' eats her?"
On Day Four the entire situation was decided for us because 'SpiceGirl' decided that 'Noodleman' was much more interesting than we were, and JUMPED OUT OF MY ARMS to run over to HIS HIGHNESS WITH THE OUT-OF-JOINT NOSE!
Gasp...horror...disbelief...and a mother's need to 'save the child' coursed through my body in a New York second! But my husband held me back while saying, "let's see what they do...they have to meet SOMETIME!"
While invisioning a short fight that would result in my picking up a tiny broken and bloodied body, 'SpiceGirl' reached up...and swatted 'Noodleman' on the nose!
She's been In Charge ever since!
