Here's the Story, of a Cat Named Arnie

Here's Arnie:

A Nine year-old bachelor, whose only companion was his older peer, the late, great, Jackson P. Housecat:

Here they are, inspecting our belongings after our return from Italy.  Well, Jackson seems to be inspecting.  I digress.

For several months, Arnie lead a sad, solitary life without Jackson.  Lots of window gazing and sighs.  Too many kibbles, not enough exercise.

Then, like a plugged-in toaster thrown in a bathtub, Arnie got the shock of his life:  kittens!

Kittens!

And they were squatters, these kittens.   It didn't help that they called him "Uncle Arn" and insisted on hanging around him, 24/7. 

Arnie was going crazy.  His one-room cat condo just wasn't big enough for the three of them, especially now that they'd grown.

What to do?  Arnie writhed and wrestled with his lot.

He tried to run away from his problems, forgetting that he was on leash.

But, like a man, he returned deal with his problems.

Tomorrow:  Arnie, the reluctant bachelor uncle, deals.

Comments

[joanna]

Arnie is the only cat who has ever gone willingly into a harness and actually gone outside. Jackson refused the harness and spent many hours watching Arnie trot along the driveway. I guess it depends on how badly they want to go out.

[Kimberly]

We have one of those cat harnesses, too. Whenever we've put it on one of our cats, we end up with a stationary, belly-pressed-to-floor cat. Your photos of Arnie happily enjoying the outdoors on leash make me think I should try again.

[joanna]

"Conjoined" cat? Too funny.

[Hannah]

ok, that's hysterical.

[scott]

I love cats. Growing up we had a lon-haired Siamese Cat (actually I think it's more correct these days to say "Conjoined" Cat).

My wife, however, is deathly allergic to cats. She's deathly allergic to Earth, I think.

So, we have two Bichons and zero cats.