Isis

My girl is a crazy cat lady. There could be no doubt of it by this time. I know her so well. I was happy with her and Spot. I didn’t even mind if the fairies came to visit me on those rare occasions when they would make me run around crazily. But I nearly had no warning for this new cat. Apparently, there was one who needed a new home and my girl was asked.

Of course my girl could not say no to another cat. What crazy cat lady can? Especially to a cat who is in trouble?

When Isis first arrived, she wasn’t fixed and she was an adult. Spot and I tried to teach her her place. We cats must have an established order. It is much easier to create with new kittens. But adults are an entirely different matter. My girl actually intervened in this. I don’t understand why. She never had before this. But my girl would tell us to stop trying to dominate Isis. She would scream even though Spot and I are eunuchs. We couldn’t get her pregnant.

I did stop when my girl asked. Then Isis would slap me with her forepaw. I was completely confused. Why was my girl telling me not to do that to Isis? And Isis didn’t like it either. Was it a girl thing? I know they are both women. *Sigh.*

When it was my girl’s bedtime, she would give Isis her own litter box, a water bowl, and a food bowl. Then Isis would be isolated from Spot and me. What that necessary?

Whenever Spot or I was on Isis, she would fuss and complain and eventually scream. It’s the way cats protest against having another cat dominate them. I suppose it doesn’t sound pleasant to most humans. We did live in an apartment with neighbors close by.

Then my girl took things a step further. She took Isis out of our home for several hours. My girl said it was to get Isis fixed. Isis thought my girl was silly to talk to her about the operation. But it happened. When it was time, my girl took Isis away. My girl came back later without Isis. I was terribly upset and asked my girl to bring the new cat back.

What was wrong with me? I was upset when Isis had come and then I was upset when my girl had taken her away. My girl assured me it wouldn’t be long before she’d bring Isis back. But I couldn’t understand what was happening to me. To our family. Once again my girl the whirlwind had introduced another element into our life.

And here were the results. Me complaining that the new cat was gone. That same day, my girl left the apartment again to return later with Isis! I was happy. I missed the black cat while she was out to a place I had no idea of.

But when Isis came back, she was out of it and not walking all on four paws. She didn’t even want to come out of her carrier right away. That’s odd behavior for a cat. Spot went over to her to greet her. She didn’t like that and my girl pulled him out of the carrier. I suppose Isis was acting that way because of whatever the humans had given her. She certainly smelled different now.

Eventually, Isis came out and soon acting like her old self. It was after this that she decided I was an okay cat to have around. I was relieved. I didn’t want to lose her after she had came into our lives. Besides, she was a good playmate for Spot. I was happy when they played together. It meant they would leave me alone. So much the better.

Isis was a bit different too. She knew she couldn’t get pregnant. That’s probably why she was okay with me after her surgery. Spot and I no longer tried to dominate her. My girl was relieved we were all getting along better. She no longer isolated Isis when it was bedtime. We were all much quieter again. So the neighbors didn’t need to be bothered by our antics.

So Isis became a part of the family. We got along. I could meditate as much as I wanted. Spot had a good playmate and it didn’t have to be me now that I was a senior cat. My life couldn’t have been better.