I told the story of our cat, Oreo’s rebellious peeing-on-the-bed teenage years a while back.
However, I left out an important part of her saga.
If you don’t remember the original story and don’t want to go read it, the basic idea is that Oreo has an odd and unexplained abhorrence for crutches. And since I had two foot surgeries which created the need for 10 weeks of crutch use, Oreo decided to deal with her crutch-angst by peeing in our bed.
But only when I was in it, of course. After my first surgery in 2005, we didn’t immediately realize that the crutches were the problem. We hadn’t had her very long for that point, and it also coincided with her approximate “coming of age”.
And so, we thought that maybe she was in heat.
But I didn’t want to get her fixed right away. My beloved childhood cat, Boots, had a couple litters of kittens, and I had VERY fond memories of playing with tons of tiny and precious kittens.
(Granted, being that I was four years old, I didn’t have to do any of the hard parts like clean up kitty afterbirth or a whole litter of kitty poo or find homes for a gazillion kittens.)
So, since I was idealistic about the whole thing, we decided that if she WAS in heat, then she must need a man in her life to make her feel better, and, therefore, quit peeing on me.
AND we’d go ahead and get kittens – a double solution!
(I have no idea why Chris was agreeable to this plan.)
Luckily, my friend Gina’s cat, Kolby, also a newly-no-longer-kitten, was quite obliging about the idea of romance:
So we invited him over for a date.
Oreo, however, was not as excited as he was about their evening together.
As soon as Kolby arrived, she ran to the top of her tower, and would hiss at him anytime he got close.
Kolby’s tension over his newly discovered needs being met escalated. He could sense Chris’ maleness and immediately sized him up as competition, and possibly even the reason that Oreo must not be interested in HIM. So Kolby attacked Chris’ legs with the ferocity of a fire-breathing dragon.
(I’m pretty sure that Chris still has scars.)
At that point, we decided that they must just need some time alone. Maybe Oreo was bashful to get to know a man in front of us.
So we carefully gathered them up and shut them in our guest room, told them to have fun, and came downstairs and turned on a movie.
Periodically, we would hear crashes, shrieks, and thuds.
Things must be going well.
After the movie, we headed upstairs to see how their date had gone.
Our guest room resembled the aftermath of a Great Feline Massacre.
Clumps of hair rolled through the room like tumbleweeds. The smell was overwhelming from Kolby’s attempts to impress Oreo with his ability to spray pee. And from Oreo’s attempts to use her pee as mace.
And Oreo’s tail was very solidly locked between her legs.
The next day, I determinedly hobbled, on crutches, and took Oreo to the vet to IMMEDIATELY get fixed.
And Kolby? Poor guy. His heart was so broken from his failed romantic pursuits that not long after The Date, he ran away from home. We are nearly sure that he set off in a vain attempt to reunite with his lost love.
Oreo, however, refused to return his calls.
oh my goodness, that is hilarious! Rachel, I can just imagine you and Chris sitting downstairs while the two cats fought like crazy upstairs. Poor Oreo!
Ugh. Cat pee is the worst. Well really, cats are the worst. Yay dogs! :)
Every good date should include crashes, shrieks and thuds!
OMG. It's stories like this that remind me why I love having a (fixed) dog!
I now justify my feelings about cats esp. after the description of the "guest room".
Oh girl. I think you pimped your cat out!
This was super hilarious. I still laugh every time I think about it. It brings a smile to my face. :) The aftermath wasn't fun, but the idea of getting them together was fun.. :) :) I didn't realize you had a picture of kolby and oreo together. :) :)
THAT MADE ME LAUGH OUT LOUD!
Wow, that is quite the story! One more reason I will never own a cat! What is it about cats that inspire such strong feelings? People either love them or hate them. Other animals don't seem to evoke such emotion! :)
Unrequited love? That just hurts!
I miss my baby. :)
We did the plastic sheet thing after Elizabeth was born. Ours got hard in places and then if you accidentally leaned on the hard spot it popped. Like a balloon with a loud bang. Very startling. Less than a year later we totally demolished both sides of the sheet and switched to a nearly waterproof one instead.
So I guess we're never getting cats… ;)
Sounds a lot like our house, but we don't have cats…
When we bought our house, the basement was full of cat pee. It took a lot of work to get it cleaned properly. Yuck.
All of you who thought this was hilarious should be ashamed of yourselves! That poor cat who ended up running away! And neither cat should have been put through that- the blogger was essentially torturing them!
To the blogger: you really should not have shared this.
I bet ten bucks that the above comment about "you should all be ashamed" and "cat torture" was an old maid cat lady with 30+ cats.
Get a life, not another cat!!!!!
I am so not listening to that tale…. the children have their hearts set on a litter of kittens from Cheryl! I would love to have oreo on Cheryls blog http://www.totallykitty.com
send me some pics hon. miss you. xx
funny story. wouldn't it be awesome if people spent as much energy helping other people as criticizing others & their animal procreation ideas…
I paused for a moment to consider whether or not I should be ashamed about thinking this blog post was funny. I decided upon reflection that I would read it again…did so. STILL laughed out loud.
LOL!!!
LOL! You had your hearts in the right places BUT should you ever (or anyone else reading) decide to do something like this again, you might try introducing the cats to each others' smells first–like with a blanket or cherished pet toy then let them smell but not see each other on opposite sides of a closed door. Eventually when they have adjusted to one another's smells (this can take days) then they can meet and maybe have a go at a little romance. :)
So sorry it didn't work out! Now you know…better luck next time!