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“We’re going to get the cats for the weekend.” Nine words my mom should’ve never said. Her attempt at a lighthearted experience turned into one of the most traumatic hours in our household when the two yellow kittens showed up on our doorstep.
As animal lovers (our house already has three dogs), my sister and I thought adopting kittens would be a great idea. What’s two more animals to play with and pet? My mom, the person in charge of feeding, walking, and cleaning up after our pets, was a bit more skeptical. Her friend recently sent a photo of two cats that needed a home; after putting it off for a few weeks, my mom finally gave in to our appeals.
The week had felt like an eternity, filled with homework, lack of sleep, and arguments. My mom pitched, “Why not play with two cute kittens for a weekend?” This is not what happened.
Since the cats were only supposed to be there for one weekend, we put minimal thought into our plan of action. They arrived together in a crate and we quickly let them out. The one who had more orange became my official tour guide and entertainment for ten minutes, taking me to places I had no idea even existed. One of the kittens really liked hiding under my bed.
Our first mistake was probably the dumbest of them all: introducing the kittens to our dogs after twenty minutes. We brought them into an enclosed room, and our dogs watched through the glass door. In our defense, as soon as the dogs started barking, we decided it was a bad idea and didn’t let them in. Somehow, they let themselves in.
One of the cats hid in their cage, emitting the most guttural hiss I’ve ever heard. Truly, a noise from a horror movie came from one of the cutest, tiniest yellow kittens I’ve ever seen. The other decided to run away and hide behind a chair. My mom held back the dog that got in, hoping that maybe one of the animals would chill out while we brought the dogs to the backyard, as the cat sat on my shoulder. Then somehow, my mom let go of the dog–rookie mistake.
Instead of letting the terrified kitten run away, I tried to grab her and got attacked by the two-pound furry beast. I ended up with multiple deep cuts across my arms; one of them even scarred.
We finally thought we could enjoy our peaceful, lighthearted weekend with our temporary kittens when my dad took the dogs away. The cats lasted another forty minutes.
I was in my room doing my AP Lit reading (shoutout Ms. DeSoto) while the bed-liker sat on my pillow next to my head. Talk about Pinterest reading cat girl aesthetic. Anyways, the cat fell asleep while I was petting her which was the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen, until I saw a little black dot crawl through her fur.
An hour after the cats went back to their home, I found another bug in my bed. RIP, Delilah and Talluluah we miss you.
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