Butter

Miss Minnie has a secret love for butter. Forget salmon, turkey, bacon, anything, all she wants is butter. Sometimes I forget to put the butter away and I wake up in the morning and there it is, oddly textured. You can make out her kitty tongue grooves imprinted onto the butter stick and you stare in amazement. Butter? Really? Who would have thought?

Ah Ha Moment

I just had a moment of genius with Minnie Moore. There I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and in comes Minnie. She somehow found a piece of silver string in the bathroom, although I just cleaned it and has been playing with it for many days now. She likes to toss it and throw it into the air. Tonight I watched her get up on the toilet and fling the string into the toilet, only to paw it back out. Gross! Often I come into the bathroom and sitting in the bottom of the toilet bowl is a random Q-tip. I stand above it, staring and wondering how that Q-tip got there. The toilet it often appears in is far from any Q-tip. I wonder, "How the hell did that end up there?" I just now figured it out. Minnie probably gets it out of one room, tosses it, paws it, carries it around and finally concludes her fun by depositing it into the toilet and fishing it out until it sinks from water log. She is strange.

Meet Minnie

Minnie Moore is now our cat. She was my step parents cat for a long time, like 5 years. She had a brother but he died; not under my watch and of male kitty circumstances.

My step mom got an internship out in D.C. and my step father stayed here in Seattle. A year later he was bound for Iraq to help rebuild. He got rid of and packed all their possessions while moving out of their condo. All that was left was little Minnie. I knew that no one wanted her, she's scary. FOR REAL. No one could pet her without being hissed at. No one could play with her without walking away with massive scratches. She had slapped my mom in the face and hit her in the butt. No joke. She ran up on the bed where my mom was and hauled off and smacked her in the face. The other time she jumped up on a chair and smacked her in the ass. We had a family friend cat sit for a week and she came back with so many scratches and blood on her arms you thought she put them through glass. This cat was crazy and here was my step dad giving me the doe eyes. I said I would take her for the year he was supposed to be gone.

Well... he never went. He came back to Seattle and we all found out that my step parents decade long marriage was not going to make it. At this point we were living on Whidbey Island. Minnie was real good where she was at. She could go outside and stay outside for as long as her kitty heart desired. I kept waiting for the word though, my step dad adored Minnie. The word never came so we kept her. Then we were moving back to Seattle. I told my step dad that he needed to take Minnie back. Then we got the bomb. He didn't want her back. Turns out he and my step mom were both allergic to cats and were taking steroids to handle having her around. He was feeling so much better than he had been and didn't want her back. OMG. I had never talked to my husband about taking Minnie on, I just took her. We already had a dog. Minnie had always been a point of contention in our relationship. She keeps my husband awake at night and she like to puke on his stuff. Worst of all his mom re-upholsters furniture and Minnie loved to sharpen her claws on that furniture. Anytime we butted heads it would always end with, "It's only until he takes her back." Now we were truly stuck with her psycho ass.

Minnie though, bless her crazy heart, keeps us quite entertained and everyday she blows our mind. This little blog is here to keep record of her past and present adventures.