It was a Thursday when she moved in after a long trip of our honeymoon. We married and traveled the next day, after a night in the hotel where we married. The trip was fantastic, but now it's not the point. Now, I want to tell a story about a single man who married and won a wife and one old-lady cat, Alice.
Alice in a car ride.
I wasn't completely alone. I already had a cat, named Woodstock, with gray fur, brown eyes, cute face and a heart full of villainy. We used to hang out a lot — inside our apartment, of course — we watched movies, we listen to songs, meowed to the Moon, although that part he does alone, and a lot of things that two guys usually do, whereas that one of them is a cat. But now, we have two ladies with us, and one of them is a cat too, and an old one. An elder one, taking into account the lifespan of domestic cats.
If you have cats or know one, you probably know that they don't give a shit. Not actually, they usually give a lot of shits, but they just don't let you know about it. If one cat ask you to pet him and you don't, he probably goes away and cries himself out of loneliness while plotting his evil plan of revenge. Usually, these schemes involve tummies, hands, and scratches. But these plans are perfect ones, we always fall for it.
Now, the old cats don't really give any shit at all. They just don't care. They want their food in their bowl, their water fresh, their litter box clean, their bed free (actually, your bed that they think is theirs) and all doors open.
Alice giving her famous penance stare that she taught to her fellow Ghost Rider.
I don't know the origin of the rivalry between dogs and cats, but I do know that it was before the invention of doors. Because if there were doors at that time, they've would know that they are the real cat's nemesis.
Alice just hates doors, all type of them. Wood doors, glass doors and even the door of her litter box, she wants all them opened. Then she can freely come and go, and come, and go, and come again as she wishes. However, the things it that we cannot let all doors open because Woodstock likes to flew away. Yes, he is quite a scoundrel.
So, when Alice wants something, she needs something and, as you know, cats can't talk so we have to figure out before she put all doors down. It is usually food or a requisition to open that doors, but sometimes we cannot guess. Like last night, that she was quite a wretched and start scratching the bedroom door. But I resisted — as always — and even my wife resisted despite she usually wakes up to do what Alice wants.
Then, without being answered, she decided to go to the next level and start meowing while scratching the wardrobe. And beats me, she can meow very loudly. Finally, I get up and opened the door and lay down again to sleep when undaunted she starts to scratching the door again!
That has been my life with Alice, opening doors and hearing scratches. Albeit, she's a beautiful lady, as you have seen. When not been a demon, she is a cute, sleepy and amazing cat. My wife lived with all her almost fifteen years, so they have a real bond. Despite living with her only two months by now, I already love her and hope we can get along so she can stop to yelling at me when my wife turn his back.
For more pictures of Alice and Woodstock follow me and my wife on Instagram through here and here.
