Well, I welcomed him…Miss Kitty was just informed of my decision to allow someone else in our space.
It’s not going real well…
Chester doesn’t act right…or to be more specific, he doesn’t act like we do.
He makes way too much noise…he howls before being fed and then he howls some more afterward.
We are quiet here, this racket is impolite.
His table manners are abominable…he tries to eat his food before it is even out of the can, then gulps the rest down as if the house were on fire.
He even eats off Miss Kitty’s plate…while she’s trying to eat her own food herself.
He makes guttural sounds while he eats and leaves a mess on the floor.
We place great worth on manners and table etiquette here.
He has no concept of personal boundaries and is constantly and desperately trying to get attention.
He has tried to push Miss Kitty off my lap and failing that, lays on the floor and cries.
Finally, he’s taken to getting on the bed, stretching out full length and sleeping when it suits him.
That is Miss Kitty’s spot and she is not at all pleased with her displacement.
She cannot understand why I have allowed this crude, ill trained, beast into our home.
She doesn’t remember that she acted the same way when I invited her to live here.
She doesn’t remember that she had been abandoned and left to learn how to live on her own.
She doesn’t remember how she would eat ravenously and in fear that someone would steal her food.
She doesn’t remember that she would often scratch and bite me because she was afraid petting would become punishment.
She doesn’t remember the joy of moving from a bed of thistles and dirt to one with a comforter inside a home.
She doesn’t remember.
If she remembered all these things, she would know that Chester is a lot like she was.
She would know that abuse and abandonment creates cats that don’t act right.
She would extend Chester the same grace she has received.
On the other hand…maybe she does remember where I found her…and wants to forget about that and me to forget about it as well.
That would be tragic.
There’s no cat more cruel than one who forgets where they were found, no cat more selfish than one that pretends it arrived without help.
All that she has, I’ve given her.
I was given it by someone else.
She’s here because I remember where I was found.
Make your own application….