I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, but I’m finding it hard to get out of the bedroom lately. In fact, I’ll have to make this entry quick as I don’t know how much time I have before The Terror is unleashed again.
Last month The Animator’s Wife brought home the most bombastic, ill-mannered creature I have ever seen in my life. I thought it some other-worldly creature at first, but Osiris, who has been brave enough to introduce himself to the thing, claims it is in fact a dog.
Another dog. And not just any dog, either--apparently this Terror is a cousin of ours, the fur-baby of Brown-Eyed Girl. And apparently he is going to be staying with us for a while. Traveling Righley met him when he took Traveling Kitten to his home in Wisconsin. He said he was crazy. He said he was energetic. He neglected to mention he was exasperating. I had always thought The Dog We Don’t Like to Mention to be a nuisance, especially when he chases me into the bedroom, but he is nothing compared to The Terror that now resides within our home. I have spent most of the last month under the bed or the couch, coming out only when The Terror is locked up while The Animator and his Wife are out for the day. Even our other cousin Coco La Boosh, who instigated a tooth and claw free-for-all the first time she came to visit, is more tolerable a canine!
Osiris tells me to give it time. Apparently The Terror has never lived with felines before and is just as curious about us as we are about him. He thinks he will calm down eventually. Until then, I think I’ll stick to dark corners for a while. But I can’t help thinking, is this what our home will be like from now on? Overrun with dogs?