Meet the Monster

Who doesn't love a cat in a
blowfish hat?! 

That is, meet Cookie 

aka Cookie Monster 
aka the Monster 
aka Cookaroni Macaroni Chicharoni 
aka Cook 'n Book 
aka Cooked 'n Booked 

aka our new kitty. 

A few months ago, sweet little Cooksteroni was at a shelter about an hour away from our house when the woman who runs a local no-kill shelter was there to pick up a dog. Cookie (formerly known as Mona) and another cat were to be put down the next day b/c their time at the shelter was up - and even though her shelter had no space, this woman took them with her b/c she couldn't bear to see them put down. 

Well, thank goodness! 

Our Mini Fuzzy (that is, she looks like a little version of Fuzzy) is 7 lbs., probably 1.5 years old, loves chasing plastic balls, and laying just far enough away from you that petting her head is an inconvenience. She's also afraid of feet. And about as sensitive to sound as I am. 

Yes, our cats do eat in the
powder room. Long story 

While she was all morose and cuddly and lovey at the shelter (re: lap cat; also read: exactly what we were looking for) and when we first brought her home and quarantined her, over the last week and a half she has

- met the cats 
- ingratiated herself with them (albeit not without their having hissed a number of times first) 
- squished herself into multiple window sills 
- semi-stolen P.J.'s beloved window seat 
- carried P.J.'s turtle (Terrence) around in her mouth while "singing" 

and decided that now that she's got love, safety, and lots and lots of space and food, she isn't going to be the lap cat we took her for. 

What a little brat. :) 



Some sisterly bonding. (She totally looks like Fuzzleface!) 


We're suckers for this little baby, and we're happy we went with a "cat" and not a "kitten" (even though she's tiny) since it's much easier for kittens to find a home. Did I mention she's a total pig? She fits right in . . . even if she is sitting over there on the window seat instead of on the couch with me and Brad.