A couple of days ago I introduced you to our canine family members. But when I got home the other night, I received some icy stares. No, it wasn’t The Dude, it was our cats, Meldrick and Stella. Apparently, they want equal blog time.
I’ll admit, I was never much of a cat person. I had a cat when I was in my 20’s, because it seemed that every woman in her 20’s living in an urban location had a cat. However, it was not a good relationship. Her name was Betty and she was mean. I could never pet her, she would bite me all the time, it just wasn’t a lot of fun for either one of us. I loved her dearly, but we just couldn’t make it work.
When The Dude and I met he told me that he had a cat. Her name is Meldrick. He named her after a character on the TV show “Homicide.” The first time that I went to his house, he mentioned that Meldrick didn’t hang out with guests and that I probably wouldn’t see her while I was there. I was surprised when I walked into his house and Meldrick ambled into the kitchen. I knelt down and offered her a treat and she came right up to me and took the treat from my hand. I know I made points with The Dude that day! Hey, not only was I fun, charming, and adorable, but apparently I was the “cat whisperer” too!
When The Dude decided to move in, I was concerned that there would be problems between my dogs (actually just Jessie) and Meldrick. The Dude just chuckled and said that he didn’t think Meldrick would have any trouble dealing with Jessie. Boy, was he right! Meldrick made it clear to every dog in the house that she was, is, and always will be the alpha female in the house.
Doesn’t she look like she could kick your butt?
But she has a soft side too. The office in our house is Meldrick’s domain, and whenever I’m up there she jumps on the desk and wants love and affection. Suddenly, the bad-ass cat is replaced with a sweet, loving kitty.
Last August, The Dude and I went to the local farmers market on a Saturday morning. We were looking for fresh Red Haven Peaches – which is the best fruit in the world I have decided. I can’t wait for August so I can get some! Anyway, off to the farmers market we went. They didn’t have any peaches, but they did have this…
Our sweet little Stella.
As we wandered the vendor stalls, we came upon a woman from a cat shelter with three kittens in a carrier. All I did was comment on how cute they were, I swear! The Dude just looked at me and said something like, “If we’re going to get one, we have to get that quiet one in the middle.” Before I knew it, we were taking home a mewing little 8-week-old bundle of fur.
It wasn’t until we were driving home with Stella that I stopped to think how Meldrick was going to take having a new companion. I don’t think The Dude was too sure either. We got home and The Dude held Meldrick, while I held Stella. Can I just say that I have never in my life heard that kind of sound coming from an animal? It was frightening! Meldrick started with a low gutteral growl, that soon became a howl, then a hiss. I fully expected for her head to do a 360 degree turn — it was like a scene from The Exorcist! It took a few weeks but they eventually agreed to co-exist, although Stella loves to torture Meldrick by chasing her up and down the stairs. Oh, and Stella quickly turned from quiet little kitten, to insane cat who loves to jump, run and swat at anything and everything. But she redeems herself by being pretty social for a cat and allowing her humans to snuggle her every once in a while.
And how did she get her name. Take a look at some classic Elaine from Seinfeld. How could I resist that name?