Cat MIA

You know how I have one good cat and one bad cat? Pearl and Tangerine? The love of my life and the bad roommate?

Well, Tangerine, who I was just jokingly trying to get rid of on Facebook hours earlier and who I've fantasized about tossing over the back fence on particularly bad days, has gone missing today.

She's a total pain in the ass and always has been. We were once engaged in a 2 year battle with her over her unacceptable behavior, which resulted in a lot of clothes getting peed on out of spite. We finally called a truce, but in reality, she totally won. She runs the show around here and drives us crazy. She demands that we use the exact same brand of litter she's always used and put it in the exact same box and keep it in quality condition. She will howl for fresh running tap water, sometimes at 3am if she's thirsty--there's no drinking from a bowl, just louder and longer howling until you give in. If she wants in or out, she starts the howling up again--and yeah, you think you could ignore the howling but you're totally wrong, she is relentless. She loves us grudgingly and only occasionally, if she's in the mood for us to touch her.

She's a total bitch kitty but she's our bitch kitty and now I'm upset that she's gone. I've had her for 10 years. She's always been super tiny and used to fit in the pocket of Mr. Ashley's jeans. We've always joked that her and Pearl are twins even though that's quite obviously not true. Her and little kid are good buddies; they share a bond in their obnoxiousness.

She's a part of our crazy, annoying little family and now I've got to print up missing posters and hope I can bring her dumb ass home.