Ladies and gentlemen, I present:

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Shorty, the Simple Cat.

She was one of the Work Cats. And she’s actually kind of been my cat sort of for a long time now, she just didn’t live with me.

Well… now she does. She always wanted to be an Inside Cat, when we’d open the back door to feed the Work Cats, she’d just stroll right in like she owned the place and look terribly surprised when we caught her and put her back out.

We thought she was dumb as a bag of hammers, but it turns out she’s either some kind of idiot savant or she was just saving up all of her SMRT for learning how to be an inside cat. Because I was sure there were going to be box training issues, seeing as how she’s lived outside and peed wherever for the entire year and a half of her life… but she peed on the floor one time, one time, and then after being shown the box again has never peed nor pooped anywhere but.

…of course she also takes naps and plays in the cat box. And since I don’t know how the hell to break her of that without breaking her of using the box for its intended purpose, you know what, I’m okay with that. We’ll just use clumping litter and be especially vigilant about cleaning the box. Which is not hard when there is this little kitty aria of whiny meowing that basically translates to “I’M POOPIN!!!111!1!” every time she uses the box.

She also spent a solid hour the first day I had her home tripping balls on her reflection in my DDR pad and looking behind it to see where that other cat was. Oh, and she also throws toys in the water bowl. Which is something I thought only Spazz and Mini-Me did.

I think she’s probably going to be an only cat. There’s another one of the Work Cats I’d kind of like to adopt, but Shorty seems perfectly capable of entertaining herself while I’m gone, plus I’m not sure I could stand losing one cat and having the other one grieve itself to death again.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.