Tonight these two sat like this while I ran inside, got my camera, put my battery in it, went outside and tried to take a photo, figured out I had no memory card, made Mr. Ashley run around and find me one, and finally got it in and got this ONE PICTURE. Then they moved, but at least I got one.
They are truly friends too, Lily is not holding her down. This is especially odd because Tangerine is pretty much a total freaking bitch. She always has been. Very cute and always small, but constantly a pain in the ass. She's like a bad roommate; she demands a lot while giving very little.
Tangerine's "rider" would include:
-Fresh Step cat litter...NO clumping, NO crystals, NO multi-cat, NO odor control, NO brand that is on sale. Or she'll piss on your clothes.
-A normal, uncovered litter box. NO porta potties, NO self-cleaning bullshit. Or she'll piss on your clothes.
-A clean box. She'll let you know when things are getting out of hand by pissing on your clothes.
-Clean, fresh, unshared water. Preferably from a running source, NOT the tap. No well water for Tangerine. Only from the reverse osmosis spigot. She will accept it in a cup (only because we decided we were willing to let her die of thirst if she did not). The cup must remain full throughout the day though.
-Immediate entrance and exit, through the back door, including but not limited to: the screen door and the sliding glass doors. Don't make her ask you twice. Don't make her start pounding on the metal part of the screen door with her paw. She won't quit, and she will piss on your clothes if you spite her.
-Cat Chow, blue bag, no later than 6pm. Don't make her ask you twice.
In exchange, she'll grace you with her presence two or three times daily, so that you can provide her with food, water, and a comfortable place to go potty. She'd really rather you don't touch her, unless she initiates the contact, which happens maybe twice annually. She will let the kids touch her from time to time and will tolerate Murphy dragging her across the porch by her ears and being aggressively pawed and mouthed by Lil.
Isn't she charming? That's what happens when you pick the cutest cat, people. Oh, she's so cute, she's so teensy, like a little Tangerine...until she's pissing on your stuff and demanding running water. Little shit. She loves that dog though.
Our other cat Pearl, who was too big, plain black, and boring as a kitten, is the greatest cat ever. She deserves a post of her own, another day.
Just wanted to share this odd couple with you. Silly Lily, our gentle giant, and Tangerine, the bad roommate.