I think it’s fairly apparent by how much I obsess over Maggi and now my shivering little mess of a rescue dog Lucy, that I am a dog person. I just am. I don’t dislike cats- I am just a dog person. A few years back I wanted to get Maggi a companion but didn’t feel like -time wise- I was in a position to get another dog so I got her a cat. The beautiful Naysa. A jet black purring machine and I’ve grown to love that little bastard. She sleeps in the curve of my elbow at night.
And now she has to go.
Before you call me all manner of dirty vile names, she is going around the corner to a coworker who loves cats as I do dogs so I have no worry that she will be very loved and very happy. Naysa can be happy anywhere that there is love and food. Basically, anywhere that Lucy the sad little dog isn’t.
Lucy has been with us for two months and is finally realizing that she is home, gets fed everyday, no longer has to live in a cage and is loved. She is learning to play and not jump 15ft at every noise and while Lucy is learning all of this, Naysa is learning to hate her. I think Naysa finally realized that Lucy is staying and she has decided that she’s not having any of that. She has begun hissing at her at every opportunity, she has chased the rather terrified little dog out of the living room a few times and she waited until I was in the room and then deliberately went over and pissed on Lucy’s dog bed. TWICE.
Last night was the deal breaker for me. Naysa does this thing where she’ll lay on the couch beside you and stretch out her arm to touch you. It’s sweet. I was sitting on the couch swilling wine contemplating life with Maggi asleep on one side and Lucy asleep on the other. Naysa jumps into my lap and I begin to give her a good love up. She lays down and stretches out her little arm to touch Lucy’s back leg and I think “aawwwww. Maybe it will be alright.” In a flash Naysa pulled the leg toward her while lunging forward. She sunk her sharp little teeth into Lucy’s flank deep enough to draw blood. Poor little Lucy, terrified and screaming, bolted out of the room in such a panic that she ran into the wall. Hard.
Better days.
Despite the fact that it is nessasary and that I am- at my very core- a dog person, I have to admit that I’m gonna miss that little bastard. A lot actually. But I know Naysa, so I know exactaly where this is heading. Remember the story about how I got Warren killed?
