Well, here it is, the story that will tell you WHY Prinny and Lulu arent exactly a match made in heaven. It involves a lot of fur flying, hissing and unfortunately for me:Prinny stressing. And how do cats most often stress? Riiiight, they use their bodily fluids!

A peaceful household with three cats, is that so much to ask for? Well, apparently it is.
Prinny and Lulu are two very different cats, and that was made painfully clear to us by Prinny. Lulu loved to tease her, and basically tell her in her own way: “lighten up.” Unfortunately, our new little kitten didn’t know when to stop and did not understand the kitty-lingo variant of ‘NO.’
The occasional scuffle through the household didn’t seem to be a problem until Prin decided she had had enough.

At that time, I had a room filled with boxes, blankets, your typical I-desperately-need-to-clean-up-here-but-I-don’t-get-around-to-it room. And of course, one day, there is something in that room that I need, and as I dig it out, I find what most cat owners cannot appreciate: a room used as a litter tray. So I started clearing out, forced to make it my priority. And I found that Prin had filed a protest against the Lulu, and that Trini occasionally joined in. And I can tell you, their protest was hard to ignore.

So I turned again to my books, trying desperately to find a solution, because I can tell you, there is nothing fun about having to clean up after your kitty at least three times a day(and that’s on a good day). And I watched the interaction between my cats until finally…I understood Prinny.

It turned out that when Prin went to the litter tray( I had covered trays at that time), and started digging the hole in the sand, Lulu would turn into a little possessed monster. She would hear the sounds in the box, and, enjoying a good hunt, she would sneak up to the box, climb on top of it, and wait for the Prinny to get out. The unsuspecting Prinny would then be pounced the moment she set a toe out of the box. Naturally, Prinny did not enjoy this treatment, and filed for a ‘Remove the black little monster’-complaint.

It is time to meet our Lulu. Hers is an endearing story, and as with all things about her, just a tad bonkers ;)

So, I have two sweet kittens that get along just great, a boyfriend, a job, but do I stop? Noooo, I run out and get a third cat. And despite all the challenges, I am glad I did. But the challenges were definitely there.

While helping out at the shelter, there was one cat that caught my attention. Actually, there were plenty, but this one was very special. She was about 2 years old, pitch black, two fiery yellow eyes, and stayed at the shelter with her mother. Since I had been contemplating the idea of a third cat, I inquired, but it turned out her card said she needed a garden, and since I had an apartment at the time, it seemed not meant to be.
Her mother though, found a new home without a garden, although the card said she needed one, and it went very well. Nobody seemed to be interested in ‘Snoopy’ though, as her name was back then. I pondered the idea, of course, but since Prinny and Trini had had such a rocky start, I wasn’t sure.

Winter turned to Spring, and ‘Snoopy’ was still with us. Five months she had lived indoors at the shelter and even worse…with the season of kittens ahead of us, her chances of getting out of there were getting slimmer by the minute. Add to that that the shelter did not have that much room available and they are not allowed legally to refuse any stray cats….well you can do the math. The staff started putting a list together of the cats that were severely ill, old or had been with us for a long time. I didn’t know this when I made my decision, but I am glad I decided to take her home, because she was on that list. I figured since she was able to live indoors for five months in the shelter, she was up to living in an apartment.