April 28, 2005 - 7:50 p.m.
Magoo, a.k.a. Missus Cat
Sydney and I survived our first kitty house guest, Magoo. Here is a recap of the event:DAY ONE: SW and LE come by around 9:30 PM with Magoo in tow. SW brings Magoo over to the bed to meet Sydney. Sydney is very excited to see Magoo and runs over to greet her, meowing non-stop. Magoo hisses at Sydney and then runs under the bed to hide.
In the middle of the night, I wake up to all kinds of meowing and growling and hissing and howling. Apparently, Magoo is exploring her new environment and Sydney is enthusiastically following her around. This of course results in an angry, hissy Magoo.
I get very little sleep.
DAY TWO: I come home from work to find that Magoo is hiding under the bed. Sydney is sitting in front of the bed in hopes Magoo will make an appearance. Clearly Magoo hasn't moved all day and isn't planning on anytime soon. So, I slide her food and some water under the bed.
DAY THREE: SC comes over and proclaims that my place smells like "cat". I decide that she must smell Magoo's food or something like that.
During the night, I am woken up by meowing/growling interactions between Sydney and Magoo. I dream that Magoo is biting my hand and I'm asking SC for help. I'm screaming and Magoo is biting down even harder. Pretty soon, I'm having trouble breathing. I'm suffocating.
DAY FOUR: In the morning, SC gets out of the shower and says, "It REALLY smells in here. It smells like complete B.O." So, me and SC sniff around the apartment and determine that the offending smell is in a certain corner in the living room.
I decide to swiffer the floor a bit and discover that the floor pillows are completely drenched in cat piss. Panic and paranoia creeps in and all I can think is "This cat is going to piss all over my house while I'm at work." So I quickly cover up the couch and upholstered chair with all the blankets I can locate in my closet. I run across the street and buy a bag of litter from the convenience store and set up a special litter box and place it right next to the bed.
I try to drag Magoo out from under the bed so that she can see the litter box, but she is not budging. I try to entice her with a feather toy, but she just growls at me. I decide its time to go to work and just wish for the best.
SC and I return to the house after dinner and discover that Magoo has puked on the floor. This is the last straw and we decide that Magoo must go in the bathroom.
SC and I practically have to shoo Magoo out with a broom while lifting the bed to grab her. Of course, my bathroom door does not shut, so I put a heavy chair in front of the door. For the next couple hours I hear cat wailing and bangs on the bathroom door.
I go to sleep and wake up to the sounds of Magoo's cat tags jingling. Apparently she has pushed her wait out and escaped. I begrudgingly retrieve her and put her back in the bathroom, this time piling all kinds of heavy shit in front of the door. Of course, she continues to push and push and push against the door. Finally she gets out and I give up.
I fall asleep with Sydney laying next to me. I dream that Magoo is in the bathroom, trying to break out and I'm trying to hold the door shut but the cat is just too strong.
Then I wake up to cat screams and its no longer a dream. Apparently Magoo tried to jump on the bed and freaked Sydney out. Sigh.
DAY FIVE: I am pleased to discover that Magoo has learned to use the litter box. It also sees that she is no longer growling at Sydney. The kitties can co-exist together.
DAYS SIX and SEVEN: Magoo is starting to be cute and she's laying on top of both me and SC.
DAY EIGHT: Magoo is being way cute and is groping SC's breasts while she uses the laptop. Very amusing. I even get a cute picture of the kitties laying on the bed together.
DAY NINE: Before I leave for work, Magoo growls at Sydney. I decide that we are definitely ready for Magoo to go home.
