The POD (Princess of Darkness) as you may recall, slipped quietly into my home last year in August after a well-meaning (at least I thought she was well-meaning at the time!) coworker convinced me to adopt a cat. NBF, my coworker (which IS what I call her, Steve! Just to clarify the secretive initials...LOL), does foster home care for the local animal shelter and she takes in cats of all ages. Last year in the summer, she had a mother and 4 kittens.
The POD wasn't necessarily the kitten NBF initially thought I should adopt. And, looking back now, I SHOULD have taken NBF's suggestion and adopted the fluffy, little rambunctious girl of the litter. But no...instead, I chose what I thought was the "touched" runt kitten...the "tard" as I fondly referred to her at the time. The quiet, little runt who didn't seem to know how to play and kept getting beaten up by her siblings...I wanted a rescue kitten after all. Not some kitty EVERYONE would jump at the chance to take home!
After only a few weeks in my home, the POD seemed to not only recuperate and come out of her "shell", but she decided I was to be under HER rule. The mental retardation ACT was discarded and, after weeks of being bullied by brute siblings, it was the POD's turn to bully someone...and since I was her only contact, she chose me. And, sadly, she has RULED my home ever since!
Since the mother and the litter were found in a ditch in Yakima, WA, on the other side of the mountains, there was no exact birth date known. The vet estimated their ages at the time and I randomly chose June 21st as the POD's honorary birthday...it IS important to have one of these...a day to celebrate one's birth with dignity and honor...the POD has already let me know there will be nothing short of a GRAND celebration in her honor today...even if she has to kill me to get it!
So, I must head soon to the CAT MECCA known as Mudbay Co. and spend every last hard-earned cent I have on cat toys, treats, and "spoiler" items to enchant and entertain the POD...lest she decide I am no longer worthy of being ignored and/or attacked by her. I am fearful for my safety should I disappoint the Spawn of Satan...LOL...