She effing hates me! lalalalaaaa...

Okay, so I blog here pretty often about my arch-kitty nemesis, Serena. Since the day we got her, Serena and I have been marginally tolerant of each other: I loved to roll balls around the house and give her treats and she would rub against my leg on occasion because she knew that I opened the canned cat food each morning.

But since our little family has expanded and we've gotten another cat, I've gained perspective on Serena and her behavior. Not every cat has an uptight, goddess-queen attitude. Minette has been one of the sweetest cats I've ever met. She managed to completely change my initial thoughts and feelings about cats.

Anyway, as I've grown closer to Minette, Serena and I have become farther and farther away from calling a truce. I can't even move too fast when I'm in the same room as Serena. Otherwise she scurries off like Pepe Le'Pew leaping after his impossible love interest. Maybe it's my fault that S and I don't have a good relationship. I loved to pick her up often when she first arrived. And I was often the one to discipline her (Sonny was very easy going about catching her on the counter, munching on a sandwich... I would grab the squirt bottle immediately). So, I think it's all built up, the animosity between us, so that I can't even pretend to pick her up with out getting hissed at. Frankly, I'm very tired of it. Who wouldn't be? I'm going to have to get the ball rolling so that Serena can get adopted. She needs a few particular things: a household with NO kids, NO other cats and a very patient MALE owner. I've been playing with the idea of posting some pics of her on Craigslist, but damn it all if she doesn't frown in every single shot!

*Sighs* life will be easier when we move, if there's only ONE cat to get acclimated to new surroundings... don't you think?