A Cat by Any Other Name...

As you should know, I now have two cats.  Casper, who I've had since he was a wee kitten and I recently adopted Jada late last year.  I have come up with several nicknames for Casper including the obvious, Boo.  I have also come up with some good nick names for Jada.  Let's see, there is Ms. Thang, Ms. Lady, Fat Ass (she's fat) and my all time favorite, Princessa.  No other nickname fits her like Princessa.  When I come home from work Casper will greet me at the door as he has done faithfully for 10 years now.  But often no Jada.  My greatest fear when I don't see both cats is that I've locked one in the closet or something.  (Hey, mistakes happen!)  On a quick assessment of the apartment I often find her at the head of my bed giving me a look that says, "What are you looking at?"

 

She could not have been more true to the name Princessa than she was today.  I had just come to the kitchen to fix myself some breakfast.  I always try to feed the cats first or I might forget.  Jada began to cry.. a lot!  So I figured she must be hungry.  Ms. Thang often camps out by the food bowl.  I've even seen her sleep by it!  Gave her some food and she didn't want that.  OK, gave her some fresh water from the tap.  She didn't want that either!  Then I remembered that I had started giving them cold filtered water from the refrigerator when it was really hot last week.  So I replaced the tap water with filtered water and this fat hairy little bitch was lapping it up like Perrier!  Oh hell no!!  I'm creating a Frankensteina Princessa!