A few weeks ago, my daughter Cassandra brought home a cute beige coloured kitty. “Can we keep her?” She pleaded. Being a sucker for animals I agreed, and checked the kitten over. She was just about 7 weeks, clean, and eating on her own.
Perfect we thought. Now we could even out the male to female ratio in the house. You see we already had two male cats and a male dog, our latest addition before the kitten was a female puppy. My daughter was ecstatic a girl kitty all her own. The kitty moved in and very quickly made its home in Cassandra’s room. (Which by the way is painted a very bright pink colour.) The kitten was named Rascal and just as faithful to Cassandra as a golden retriever is to its owner.
Recently we discovered fleas had moved in and we now are in the process of getting rid of them. Our two dogs and three cats were all treated with a flea product that goes directly on their skin, the medicine guaranteed to get rid of all fleas and eggs and tics. Unfortunately that was not the case so because we need to wait to treat them with anything else for at least a couple more weeks, it is for now a routine to wake up and each morning and every night go over the animals with flea combs trying to get rid of them.
Cassandra came screaming into my bedroom this morning. “Mom, Dad says that Rascal is a boy.”
“That can’t be.” I assured her
Quickly I talked to Tim who said yes Rascal was a girl, we made a mistake. Not believing him over to Rascal I run, and sure enough I flipped the poor kitty on its back and starring boldly at me are what can be described as definite male parts.
That’s right for almost two months now our poor kitty Rascal has been called she and treated very girly like even living most of her time in the girlish bedroom.
And there you have it: SHE REALLY IS A HE!!!
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