Cats

My cat lives under the bed in my son's room. He hasn't always lived there, just since we got two more cats. We didn't plan to get two more cats. In fact, we had avoided even getting one more cat, especially after the nasty Josh's Cat incident. We were keeping a cat for Josh (therefore, Josh's cat) and Max was so nasty that first chance he got, Josh's cat was gone. I mean, we never saw him again, which was a helluva thing to have to expalin to Josh. So my son comes home one night with this cat. Solid black. Beautiful thing. It followed him. And after we checked the neighborhood I was inclined to believe him. So Eric wants to keep him. Even named him Mitsu -- or however it's spelled. And, of course, I'm thinking, "Good luck with that." What with Max and all. And, of course, Max is as nasty as ever, but Mitsu absolutely ignored him. It wasthe most amazing thing I've ever seen. It would've made Ghandi pround. And this goes on for, like, three months -- Max never getting any friendlier and Mitsu never caring one bit more. Then my daughter and her husband come through -- with their cat. They were taking Eli to a freind of theirs in Columbia who was going to watch him until they move. They really weren't intending to let Eli mix with our cats, but he did. Long story shorter, Mitsu and Eli hit it off. I mean, best buddies. Hey, whatcha doin'? Let's play! They hit it off so well that my daughter decided to leave him with us -- until March. Se we've got three cats. Unfortunately, Mitsue and Eli were just too much for Max. Now he just stays under the bed in my son's room. You can see his eyes from the stairs reflecting back. He only eats if you bring his food into the room. He'll sneak out from time to time, but never far. I have no idea what he's using for a litter box. He may not be going at all. Of course, in my son's room it would be hard to tell. The thing is, come March, Eli's gotta go. He's flying to Portland with a friend. They'll be on a plane. But we really like Eli. And he and Mitsu are really fun to watch. And Max never was much fun -- ever. He's just one of those cats... you know... psychotic. So, I'm thinking my daughter wouldn't know we've sent her Max until he gets there, and then it's too late.