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Tookie vs. Tippi

Jan 062010

There’s a new sheriff in town. She’s a kitten named Tippi (temporarily). That’s right. We got another cat. JDub’s aunt and uncle were driving along the treacherous back roads of gritty Colorado Springs and heard meowing. There was Tippi, trapped under the hood.

As the story goes, they think Tippi had a brother. Apparently, in addition to Tippi, there were several other cat parts including a kitten penis and balls. It’s sad, but I never had the chance to know him, so I don’t feel all that bad unless I think about it.

So, JDubs and I adopted a new pet. She’s black and white and runs all over.She’s playful and adds a little more life to the house. There’s just one problem. In all her antics and misbehavin’, she tends to take what she wants and keep what she kills. Tookie, our preexisting feline friend, hates Tippi.

Tookie’s not good at sharing. He always has her backed into a corner so he can pee in her food dish. Tookie has turned from a lovable old scalawag into a bitter old coot. Because of his bad attitude, we started calling him Grandpa. My God, does he hate that. He gets extra bitey when he hears “Get Tippi’s head out of your mouth, Grandpa!”

It’s been two weeks since our acquisition and, hopefully, Tookie’s cat-titude turns around soon. Otherwise, we might have to get rid of Tippi the same as her brother by turning her into car parts. Let’s hope not.

Tookie is not happy

Tippi is an African name. It means "short for tall cat"

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Aug 252009

Tookie is my cat and we live on the third story of a condominium building. He is extraordinary in every way. He is cute and fun like a small human. He bites hard and sleeps well. Even the way his huge craps stink is immaculate. Unfortunately for him, he is an outdoor cat trapped inside a indoor cat’s house. Sometimes, however, he is allowed out when I leave the house and the neighbors are gone. And this is where one of his best features kicks in. In order to get back into the condo after I let him outside, he doesn’t just wait at the front door making a scene for no one to hear like all the other idiot cats out there. No, he’s better than that. Using pure prowess and power, grace and skill, he scales the back side of our building with his cat-like claws and incredible strength. He jumps on our back porch and comes in through a dog door I paid for with my mother’s retirement money. This morning, I let Tookie outside a little earlier than usual so that he could exercise his handsome feline features. Which he did.

Tookie sometimes reminds me just how close to nature we actually live. We are a mere 20 yards from open space and, because of this Tookie and I have an agreement: He may only take memories and leave only footprints. Today he violated that agreement. He caught, maimed, killed, carried up the building, sat down on my kitchen floor with, and devoured the head of a baby rabbit (otherwise known as a cutie or a babbit). It’s pretty incredible what my cat is capable of. It’s even more incredible how much he can just kill an innocent creature with no remorse only minutes after I fed him. But I’m not even mad; I’m actually a little proud. Look what he can do! Commit murder? The thing is I just don’t want to clean up his pukes. Maybe if I leave it, my lover, JDubs, will clean it up with a trash sack and spare me the trouble.