My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

My little sister, BN, recently bought a kitten.  Now, I absolutely adore my little sister, but she’s not a good pet owner.   I’ve told her this on numerous occasions (usually after the death of some poor, neglected pet).  She adamantly refuses to believe me.  So far she’s only inadvertantly killed pets occupying the bottom rungs of the cuteness ladder (goldfish, turtles, etc.), but she’s taken it up a notch with her most recent pet purchase.

Her problem is that she has a tendancy to lavish attention on things when she first gets them but then quickly loses interest.  We all hoped she would grow out of it when she turned five, but she didn’t (she’s twenty-three now).  Apparently, as independent and solitary as cats may be, even they need more attention then she’s able to provide.  Ophelia, her kitten, has the gall to still demand attention (even though BN has had her for three whole weeks now!) and has taken to pouncing on my little sister at random intervals when she’s studying or reading.  My sister thinks it has something to do with her cat’s need to stalk prey – Ophelia watches BN silently and pounces at any sign of movement.  She (the cat, not my sister) does the same to bugs and any moving objects in the apartment.  Unfortunately for Ophelia, it’s a relatively bug-free and motionless environment, hence not many stalking opportunities, and she’s too young to be let out into the Real World (I wish someone would decide I’m too young to be let out into the Real World!).  Tired of being pounced upon, my little sis is toying with the idea of BUYING A LIVE MOUSE AND RELEASING IT IN THE APARTMENT so that Ophelia will have something to chase and will leave her alone.  No.  Seriously. 

I only hope it’s a fast and asexual mouse.  I don’t think my sister has quite thought through all of the ramifications of her idea just yet.