Who joins my already two cat-infested apartment after being found abandoned with his little sister. (She has found a good home with another person.) Toothless (aka Bud E Phat) is taking to him like the cat version of Foghorn Leghorn. At times he is all "Go Away Kid, You're Botherin' Me" and others he is instructing Samson on the proper arts of cat life in my house: 2 hour power nap sessions, followed by 20 minute spurts of run and attack, repeat as necessary especially in the middle of the night. (Bud is also throwing his weight around. When Samson gets to be too much for him, Bud E. just lays right on top of him. Then I hear these meews for help and have to go apply the jaws of life to lift 20 pounds of Phat-ass off a 2 pound kitten.)
Elsa the Lioness has decided that a new level of cat-bitchiness can be achieved through hissing and growling. Since she is such the little attention-whore, she is a little miffed at not being the cutest thing in the house anymore and it has pushed her highness into a slightly anti-social mode. She's also pissed that I have never put a picture of her on my blog and decided that she was going to hack up everything she ate until I did. So here is the gratuitous picture of Ms. Lioness:
It's official: I now have my crazy lady starter kit. I swear on my stack of Jen Lancaster books, that I am never fostering another homeless animal again. I have SUCKER written all over my forehead.
I'm off to go play some Stevie Knicks music, find a tie-dyed broom skirt and wear silk scarfs around my head and body.