Over the summer my boyfriend and I acquired a cat. We moved to our new house in June and when we moved in the house came with a few extra items than when everyone checked it out before signing the lease. An orange and white cat who was quickly was named 2x4 was a frequent visitor at our new address.
He was hated by our roommates unless it was a Friday or Saturday. These days were exceptions because these were drinking days. They would bring him into the house and let him sample a line up of soup bowls filled with different kids of beer... Guinness, Bud light, Keystone and whatever else filled our fridge. I would sneak the cat left overs after dinner and bring him into the house when all my roommates were sleeping.
After about three weeks, 2x4 started to being around another cat. The roommates also hated this new cat but every time they were sleeping after work the boyfriend and I would bring both cats into the house. We quickly named the female cat Hunter because of her keenness of murdering and then feasting upon the flies that would sneak into our living room.
The reason all of this is important is because after about 2 months, Hunter stopped fending for herself and we knew something was wrong. Either 2x4 was a greedy drunk bastard of a cat or Hunter was sick. I watched her for a while and decided that she needed to be taken care of. Through some cute question asking, I convinced my boyfriend to let me take her in and get her, her shots and get her feeling good again so she could be our pet.
This leads me to my final and most recent interaction with the cat. Last week we took her to the vet to get her shots. On the way home from the vet, she was sitting on my lap in the car purring. At one point, she intently looked me in the eyes, stopped purring and proceeded to piss all over my white sweatshirt and jeans. I guess that's the thanks we get for giving her endless supplies of food, toys, a warm house with a litter box.
Thanks Hunter.
