Little Sistered

My little sis doesn't know this, until know, but we call getting better dealed, Little Sistered. Really, we use her name and add an -ed on the end. KP's the one responsible for the adage. It all began on a trip to Houston. We called Little Sis on the drive to see what she was up to that night. She told us that her datebook had been cleared to hang out with her favorite sis and bro-in-law (ha!), but then hours later she called to say that some better option had come up and she would see us the next day. We discussed this with my peeps and my Dad said that Little Sis is notorious for better dealing. I mean, I get that a girl's got to look out for her own best interests, but you would think not wanting to get smothered by your older sibling for ditching her might be near the top of the list.

KP and I are currently in the process of being Little Sistered by our ferrel cat, Scrappy, otherwise known as Kitty. Scrappy has been around for about a year and a half. I started feeding him when the owner of the clutter-filled house across the street decided to clean out his garage. Mice became a neighborhood norm and I got the wise idea that Scrappy might just kill those little displaced rodents. Right I was! Scrappy is gnarly and scarred, but he's a hunter all the same and protects me from the need to get on top of furniture and shriek as I try to figure out how to save my soul from a one-inch-long animal.

For a little over a month, Scrappy's appearances have become more disparate. At first I was convinced that he must have gotten himself locked in someone's garage because when he did show up, he was nothing but a meowing bag of starving bones. He'd drink a bowl of milk, eat a can of wet food, and a bowl of dry food all in one sitting. I actually felt sorry for the vocal little guy (or girl?). That was until I caught a glimpse of him over at my in-laws house a street away. He was gallivanting around with a feline I had not seen. When he saw me, he pretended not to even know me. The nerve.

In the meantime, this kind of cute white and grey cat started hanging around our house. Two days ago, KP and I decided we might as well feed that one, since it seems to appreciate our shade and bowls of water. But, Scrappy must have caught wind of the changes over here at the Pac house. He knew we were on to his little sistering and wasn't going to stand for our fair weather dedication to him. He came back last night, with a vengeance like nothing I have seen since the morning after we last got better dealed by little sis. He meowed on the porch for about 30 minutes at 11 o'clock last night, until I got up to feed him. Then, this morning at 7 am, the crazy cat started the process of defending his front porch from the cute kitty. He made no apologies for his absence, but instead claimed his place and told that other cat to eff off, these are his people, and his toughness allows him to choose when the hell he feels like gracing them with his presence.