10 Year Friendship

*don't let him fool you with this picture.

I have to catch you up to 2006.

I bought the Lucky at a pet store in the Crossroads Mall. That's a mall in Boulder, Colorado. I call him "the" Lucky because his being deserves that sort of salutation. I was 19. Lucky was 2 months. He was a boy cat, so I took him home. He peed on the rug by our front door on his first night in our new life together. He has been peeing on the front door ever since.

I call him Lucky because I actually knew this cat back when I was in junior high named Lucky. He was really fat and sort of slumped on my friend's front porch. Didn't move much. I thought that was hilarious and wanted a cat just like him. So that's where his name comes from. And now he is fat.

After living with the Lucky for 10 years, after tolerating his pissing on: my front door (this is every day), my bed (that would be once on each bed I've owned, which is 4), my couch (it's rare, but the smell never quite vanishes), my boyfriend's couch (sh, don't tell him), my bath towel (while I was showering), my bathroom rugs (while I was showering), my kitchen rug (while I'm cooking), my hardwood floors (at least ya can't see the stain), my carpeted floors (well there's nothing positive about this one), on my friend's lap (gotta laugh about that one), and right next to his litterbox (my favorite), I am starting to realize that his name is precisely 50% true and 50% false--Lucky for him, not so lucky for me.

But I have never considered giving up the beast. I think I may have lost an old boyfriend because of him. Somehow, I still have this cat. Somehow, I still love him. So for 10 YEARS I have been actually battling this cat's wits. It's not like how the vets say that he is upset with all the moving or that he's territorial. Yes, yes, I know--territory, male, weenies, yes--it can be these things for other cats... but for the Lucky... that's what he wants you to think...

Puppy wee wee pads taped to my front door appeared to be my victory in the fall of 2004. BUT, it was only downtime for Lucky. In the summer of 2005, Lucky began to take a dump in random areas of the apt. He even drops a few kids off right by his cat dish. But, now he has done the unspeakable...

He pooped on my bed, on my blankets, WHILE I WAS SLEEPING IN IT. Since then it is a war that I must write about.

Now I'm in this to win.