Pets

We were “going to find her a good home” because we already had 4 cats and a dog and had recently had to put my Lab to sleep. It just wasn’t a good time to take on a new pet, mentally or financially.

Part of our (failed) Master Plan to not get attached was not giving her a name. She was such a spirited little shit, lol! In fact, we got worried she’d think her name was Little Shit because it was uttered so often, with laughter. Pooper is the cute version we went with when it became blatantly obvious she wasn’t going anywhere. It suited her. She also had a million nicknames: Na Na (short for Poo Na Na), Poopina, Nunnypoo, Beeper… the list is nearly endless.

I found photographic evidence of her Little Shitness! That’s Bob (aka Princess Kitty Bob). Bob was a stray who had obviously been through the ringer. It took me nearly six months of gradually moving a foot or two closer each day and gentle talking when I took food out to her until she trusted me enough to pet her. She ended up spoiled as hell for the few years she was with us. She loved me and my ex but wasn’t too keen on our other cats. That is Bob’s special bed area, between our recliners and with a wall to her back so she felt safe, that none of the other cats dared to go near. Except Baby Pooper. Much like Rick James, Pooper was a Habitual Linestepper, lol!



Edit to Add: Pooper and Bob ended up as good friends. Pooper was so determined and I think curious and confused about Bob being a loner. Bob finally let her in and both were happier for it. Bob eventually also allowed Sammy the Dude to nap with her on her beds after her friendship with Pooper helped her build trust in other cats.