probably late 1997
having her fur
After Sox came to live with us, he started
meowing forlornly. We thought he just
missed his cat buddy from the Comisars' house, so we went to the SPCA to get him a friend. Craig had had a tortoise shell cat growing up
so fell in love immediately with the tortie in the cage. This was good
because there were only 3 cats to choose from (it must have been execution
day or something). We named her Ariel and took her home.
We knew it would
take time for the cats to get used to each other, but we started to
suspect there might be a serious personality conflict when our we found
Sox sitting in the bathtub every day when we got home from work. No,
he wasn’t sitting there just to keep cool (he loves cold, hard
surfaces). He was crouched down peering over the edge like a soldier in a
fox hole. He rapidly went from being very chill to really jumpy (something
he never quite got over).
last straw happened when Ariel attacked him while he was pooping and
scratched his cornea. One visit to the cat emergency room (yes, these
exist and yes, they are as expensive as you would imagine) later, and Ariel
was out of a happy home. Fortunately, Wendy’s mom was out of the country
on business. Wendy’s dad and sister decided to use this opportunity to
sneak a cat into the house. Their fatal error was to call Wendy and ask
advice (she already had two cats, after all). Suckers! Wendy convinced them
there was no other cat in the world for them but this sweet little tortie
we’d bought at the pound who didn’t get along well with other
cats. This was no problem, because Linda would never agree to a second cat
(especially since she didn't know about the first one).
Until Randy and Kim could get over to Cincinnati to pick her up, Ariel had to
board at the Comisars’. They already had 4 cats, a bunny and an
absolutely evil dog named Hans, so no one would notice Ariel. Well,
actually Hans noticed Ariel. Eventually, Ariel got annoyed with the dog—this dog
had bitten several
people and had to be kept constantly on a choke chain—so, she chased him
around the house hissing. Poor Hans ran for his life with his tail between
Today, Ariel resides with Wendy’s parents.
Linda absolutely adores her, and she absolutely adores Linda. Randy is
okay sometimes if she is feeling really social. Ariel has mellowed in
her old age and dislikes people and cats somewhat less. This is fortunate
for us…read the Ophelia story.