You guys remember Nala? My step-cat?
He’s been doing lots of funny stuff lately. But I can’t write about it because that funny stuff includes the newest ingredient of McKinney-Oates Cereal. And I can’t introduce the newest member without pictures because that’s just wrong on some level.
Omi is my daughter and Mark‘s step-cat (because we split everything… it’s why this works).
There is, however, a problem in the definition of how Nala and Omi are related.
According to genetics? They share the same mother. They are half-siblings.
According to systems theory? They belong to the same subgroup of this blended family, categorically considered ‘offspring’
Nala and Omi watching Grey’s with me.
According to Nala? They are having a torrid love affair. Because the only time he isn’t biting her neck in a display of sexual dominance, he is sleeping out of pure exhaustion from chasing her around all day.
I’m all kinds of disgusted by this and have desperately searched Google for the Meow translation for “Nala, you are a hornball and you are trying to get it on with. your. SISTER! Stop!”
But he doesn’t get it. Apparently, the southern accent makes my Meow hard to understand.
Not to mention Mark is all about encouraging the behavior! Encouraging incest. Despicable.
“Hey, Nala, how is your girlfriend?” he’ll say with this icky tone that makes me feel like I’m in the guy’s locker room and Nala so totally scored last night.
“Um, yeah, that’s his sister, and we took his balls away from him months ago. Quit encouraging him.”
Anyways, other than being treated like a piece of meat since the moment she moved in, I really think Omi loves being part of our family. She is quirky, cuddly on her own terms, and pretty much the silkiest cat ever.
I’ve fallen in all sorts of love.