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Pussy Riot — Smokey acquires a housemate #caturday


I had my mid-year break from university planned. I had a zillion chores and fun things I was going to do. Then my partner got a job that requires him to move to Canberra, that icy city in the middle of nowhere.

Okay, I’m flexible. I’ll help him move to Canberra. Then, next semester [I thought to myself], I’ll live on my own with only Smokey, my cat, for company. For the first time in my entire life I would live for more than a few days on my own. I could be totally selfish. I could stay up as late as I want. I could get up as late as I want. If I woke up at 4 am I could watch TV and ride my exercise bike. I could eat wraps for tea most nights and hardly have any housework or shopping to do. For about 5 months my life would totally revolve around me.

On Friday I rang my son to ask him to cat-sit for the weekend while I went to Canberra to find my partner a flat.

Cutting a long story short, my son moved home. On Friday. (Furniture pending.)

My life has been turned upside down and inside out. My HOUSE has been turned upside down and inside out.

Worse still, SMOKEY’S life has been turned upside down and inside out. She’s been an only cat ever since we got her, at 3 months of age and now she’s 11 years old. She doesn’t like visitors at the best of times but she will tolerate visitors who exercise their cat-brushing muscles.

My son is returning home with a houseful of furniture that requires me completely re-organising my house. (Not good, Smokey doesn’t like change.) Worse still, he’s bringing home his partner AND HIS NEW CAT.

The horror, the horror.

This is Smokey, alert to the winds of change after my son had slept at home for the previous 2 nights —but still oblivious to the furry intruder being carried in the front door while the photo was taken.

Pussy Riot: cat the first, Smokey

This is Beamo, the new cat. Beamo is a couple of years old. She was a rescue cat who condescended to move in with my son and his GF a year ago. Now she’s having second thoughts.


Beamo used to like me.

When I took this photo, she actually hissed at me. I checked: Smokey was nowhere to be seen at the time. BEAMO HISSED AT ME.

More catty shenanigans will follow.

The good news: these are two wussy pussies. There has been hissing and growling, instigated by the bad-mannered Beamo, with Smokey responding to a rude intruder. However, so far they haven’t come within swiping distance of each other. They have restricted themselves to sledging and no physical contact.

Fingers crossed.

Nalini is an award-winning writer and artist as well as managing editor of Dark Matter Zine.


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