We have a bit of a zoo here, with a large dog, small cat and an assortment of reptiles and fish all sharing the same space. I will get into the reptile saga another day. Today I want to focus on the dog Max and his kitten Penny.
That's right, Penny is his kitten. My husband Jeremy is a cat-hater, and I am somewhat ambivalent towards them. So how did we become the not-so-proud owners of a 5 pound furry demon? Well, lets look back....
We had been married for two months when we adopted Max, and he was our first child. Little did we know that a human child would be conceived only 2 short months later. Anyway, Max was a great little black lab/greyhound mix puppy, smart and eager to please. We installed a puppy door in the backdoor so he could go in and out as he pleased and he never had an accident in the house. His only bad habit was taking things outside with him, usually our shoes or garbage from the house. But, after a few months we were able to pretty much break that habit, unless there was something particularly tasty in the garbage.
Then Zachary arrived and something short-circuited in our dog's brain. Suddenly everything was going outside....not just tasty garbage treats but anything in the garbage....even junk mail. Anything baby related was dragged into the mud and destroyed, including stuffed animals, toys, pacifiers, bottles, my nipple shields (!!!!!), and even the only outfit that my husband ever saw Zachary wearing and pronounced "cute". All destroyed in the backyard. It got so bad he was even stealing mundane items: the balancing kit for a new ceiling fan (a small baggie of magnets and screws), screwdrivers, car keys, and his old favorite, our shoes.
So, one afternoon after spending an afternoon filling a 33 gallon trash can with the trash from the backyard, Jeremy had a brilliant suggestion. "Maybe, we should get him a cat to keep him busy" Well, at that point we were willing to try anything, so we adopted Penny, an adorable little calico kitten with a bright orange nose.
Max adored his new friend, although she was less than enamored at first. But after a few weeks of hiding, spitting and growling, she realized that he wasn't going to eat her and they became buddies. Miracle of miracles....the endless dragging of junk to the backyard stopped! So, we were home free....right?
Well, then Penny started destroying things. She seems to have a love of any paper product on a roll. Entire cases of toilet paper can be reduced to shreds in minutes under her attack....paper towels don't stand a chance. Cardboard boxes are reduced to confetti. Oh, and the shelter we adopted her from made us sign a contract to not declaw her (wonder if that is REALLY legally binding?).
Maybe we should get the kitten a hamster......