We sure are cute for two ugly people

When I first got Chloe, one of my two cats, I hated her. I rejected her. She wasn't warm or nice or loving like my other cat Weasley. Her name wasn't even Chloe, her name was Arnold. She was tiny. Sister to Weasley, and knowing the other 2 sisters from the litter, she was the runt. She was also just not a spoiled cat like Weasley. Her coat wasn't soft and groomed like his, her little tummy was so little it was non-existent, while Weasley's was always plump and welcoming. He was well taken care of by me. She didn't seem to be. So I formed an opinion and stuck to it. I didn't care. Her fur was coarse and harsh. I didn't like her for this. She had a mean demeanor. She hissed at me. She scratched me. She clawed me in the face, I actually had a scab form right under my nose and on my lip where she dug in so deep it made me bleed.

I took her in and let her stay, but for 3 days straight I was devising a back up plan to get her out. I asked co-workers if they wanted a cat, I asked if they knew someone. I thought about contacting the woman who had "Arnold" before and telling her it was a trial run that didn't work. She wasn't a fat sweet little fluffy kitten. She kind of looked like a little rat. Like the movie The Witches, when the women all drink their tea and are turning into little rats, she looked like them, but mid transition. Maybe I over exaggerate. But she wasn't loving. She didn't like me. But I think maybe I didn't like her because she was new. I was comfortable with Weasley. We were a team. Me & my boy. We didn't have room for this new thing I didn't know how to deal with. This new "thing" didn't fit in right away so I didn't want it. She was different and different broke my mold of complacency so back off different I am afraid of change.

So. I came home from work on the 4th day. And I saw Weasley and Chloe weren't in the living room. I went to my bedroom. And they were in my bed. Cuddling. She was actually giving him a cat bath. I just stood there and stared at them for a while. I had been worried, terrified Chloe Arnold the demon cat from under the vending machine from Hell was going to turn my golden child Weez into a brat that hated me, when, like the tree from Charlie Brown Christmas, it seemed all Chloe needed was a little love. Weasley was Linus! Makes sense, I named him after a sweet sidekick who saves the day, so, his Christmas alter ego is the same thing.

Now, almost every night, I get woken up by a kitten face forcefully rubbing on my cheeks and nose, requesting to get under the covers with me. My little Chloe is almost too sweet. My golden child Weasley? He likes to lay on my butt or down by my feet. But Chloe likes to cuddle hardcore. I have said that she is so loving, that if a villain had a rope ready to tie her to a train track she would gladly put on the damsel in distress dress and blonde wig and let him tie her down if the villain was going to pet her and love her. He would be twisting his dastardly moustache with one hand, petting Chloe with the other, as the train approached, she would be tied down to the tracks, purring and smiling with happy Anime kitty eyes.


This morning I woke up and I felt something soft curling onto my ankle, and I looked down and a sweet purring lump of cat was using my foot as a pillow. And it was Chloe (of course. Sometimes Weasley wakes me up the morning, but he will just be laying right next to my face staring at me. Like a creeper.) She is far from the melting witch of a woman turning into a rat I saw her as when I first took her in. I reached down, pet her and gave her love back and what did she do, but latched on, and bit me a little. So she isn't all sweet, she does have some attitude. (Maybe she would drop kick the moustached villain? Or bite and claw her way out of the ropes after she got her pets in?) But as soon as she got her nibble in she came up and cuddled with me, full on loud purr. I understand her. I gave her a chance and she has been worth it. And even though she bites me sometimes, she comes and crawls in my lap when I least expect it and gives me sweet kitten love (but it is at the moments I need it most.) And boy, does this special kitty make me laugh.