But they're cousins ...

A meeting of the minds occurred last night. Or should say, a family meeting took place.

Chachi and Pickles finally met face to face.

For those who don’t follow my life chronicles, or creep my mom’s Facebook page, Chachi is my cat, and Pickles is my brother’s new kitten. Cousins.

Ever since Danny brought Pickles home, I’ve been dreaming of a play date. I figured they wouldn’t like each other at first, but after about five minutes, they’d be wrestling and snuggling. I forgot that Chach and Pickles are CATS. Not babies. Not even dogs.

I grew up with a dog. I’m still in the mindset that Chach will act like a dog. But time after time he knocks that notion out of my head (i.e. the infamous attempt to take him for a walk).

Pickles is about 12 weeks old and rocks the long and lean look you get from Pilates. Chach … well it’s been suggested he has a weight problem. But he’s had a belly that has dragged on the floor since he was a kitten, so we like to say he’s just big boned.

I brought Chach over to Danny’s condo in his kitty carrier. Danny and my mom went in first to make Pickles comfortable, while Chach and I waited in the laundry room. I brought him in and just let them look at each other through the cage. Pickles was very curious while Chach tried to pretend she didn’t exist.

Then I took him out and held him while Danny held Pickles. Still, Chach would not acknowledge her. At one point I said, “Maybe Chach is blind?” So Danny and I moved closer and closer until Chach finally looked at her, and they gave each other some Eskimo kisses.

Don't be fooled. This was not love at first sight.

Then Chach wanted to get down, so I put him on the floor, and he was wandering around. Meanwhile, Pickles continued her curiosity and just followed him wherever he went. Then, she turned into a bad ass and started hissing at him. Chach ignored her for awhile but finally went behind the couch and hissed back. Then he hissed at anybody who came near him. This was interesting, because he has NEVER hissed at me.

I put the kitty carrier near the couch, and he walked right in, “I’m ready to leave now. I’m uncomfortable.” I then put the carrier on the kitchen table, and my mom held Pickles so she could look in. Tough Girl started some shit again, and chaos ensued. Chach had had enough and freaked out hissing and swatting in the carrier. It was time to leave.

In the end, Chach remains a cat with no friends but a knack for revenge. I woke up this morning and a metal tray full of papers that was sitting on top of the fridge was on the kitchen floor. Payback.