mygirlfriendscats

My mother is allergic to cats, so we never had any growing up. But I’ve had cats of my own as an adult. I think most people would categorize themselves as a cat-person or a non-cat-person. I’m a cat person, and, as everyone knows, cats seem to have an intuitive knowledge of this.

It’s safe to say that my girlfriend is the type to bring home strays. I won’t say that I’m a stray, but she’s taking me in anyway. I will share my new home with my girlfriend, ‘L,’ a Maine Coon named Maui, and a sweet older tabby named Shyanne. As you, the reader, will soon discover, Shyanne wears the halo and Maui the horns and pointed tail.

Maui is… well, a distinctive cat. A singular cat. And a very mixed-up cat. I don’t suspect that Old Possum (nor his human counterpart, T. S. Eliot) had a name and category for this cat. If he did, then it would probably have been “Maui, the Gender Confused Cat.” To this day I’m not positive whether he’s a he or she’s a she, and neither is Maui. For the time being, I’m going to place Maui in the male gender.

That’s our current best guess, anyhow.

It’s not much help when Maui talks (and boy, does Maui talk!) because of that characteristic, high-pitched trilling meow of the Maine Coon. Maui will always say hello when he sees you. And by that I mean he will always say something when he sees you. Sometimes I think he’s saying, “WTF, dude?!? My bowl’s been empty for half an hour!”

Mostly Maui complains. You can hear it in his tone. It’s always clear when he’s dissatisfied with some situation (which is most of the time), and he has a large vocabulary for issues needing immediate attention, such as:

–“No, I wanted canned food”

–“No, I didn’t want that brand of canned food, I wanted the other brand”

–“You’re laying on my half of the bed!” (Maui’s half runs down the middle and my girlfriend and I each get one-quarter on either side. Not only that, I have to share my sliver with Shyanne)

–“Welcome home… FEED ME NOW!!!”

–“Shyanne has more/better/tastier/smellier food than me!”

Every one of Maui’s sentences ends with an exclamation point.

 This blog will be my diary of living with my girlfriend and her cats. But mostly, I suspect, it will be about Maui.

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