Cat Fiction: The Interloper

Sammy

Harry and I have been getting along I guess. He’s annoying but that’s nothing new.

There is one thing though. We got a new friend. Cactus. Friend? Actually no. That’s not true. He’s a sheep in wolves’ clothing…An interloper…A fiend…a liar and a cheat.

Cactus

Harry

Cactus? He’s okay! Likes to be scratched. I like it too. It’s good!

Sammy

Harry’s still an idiot. It’s “good”? This from the cat that chased his own tail this morning. There were plenty of toys, but no, his tail is what he plays with. What!?

Cactus

Sammy

Shhh…. there it is again! He thinks I can’t hear him! He’s talking about me behind my back!

Harry

Cactus doesn’t even talk. Sammy’s being dramatic. She’s just mad that I got to him first. She’s jealous of our relationship.

Sammy

Relationship? Hah! Ummm…Harry doesn’t even know what that means.

Harry

Relationship? Yeah, I know what that is. It means something is mine. JUST mine. Not hers.

Sammy

What Harry doesn’t know is I knew Cactus waaaay before he did. He was about half the size he is now. Came in a box which my humans lifted him out of. Honestly, I had a good feeling about him at first. Great color, positive vibe. I immediately started purring when I saw him. And then Harry was like “Oh! A box!”

Harry jumped in the box right after my female put Cactus where he sits today. I watched him grow from two pieces to one. I encouraged him, purred the whole time. He was great full! I left him alone, he seemed tired after all that growing and gratitude. That was an entire day ago! When I woke up today, there was Harry! All over Cactus and Cactus was like, “Ohhhh you’re the best! Use me as a scratching post! You’re the only cat in the world!”