Mango is turning out to be superlative.
You know, you get an adult pet, it’s a risk, like a mail order bride, except not creepy. An animal might SEEM like a good fit on paper, but you really don’t meet the actual true beastly inner beast. Not for a couple of weeks. Not until he feels loved and safe enough to come out from under the washing machine and HAVE flaws.
Mango is getting there. His revealed flaws, so far:
1) He likes to sit HIGH on my chest, with his face in my face, WHICH I LOVE, but when he reaches a state of catatonic scritching bliss he drools. Freely. Big plops like raindrops. Luckily, I find this hugely charming. Gompers, the best cat to ever grace the planet, was a freeform drooler.
2) He ULULATES. Yes, like a yeti. Sometimes, for no apparent cause, and at any time of day (including, but not limited to, 3 am) he has a deep need to march back and forth and…ululate. It is very loud. It is not a distress noise or a pain noise or any recognizable emotion. He does it with matter of fact aplomb. “AH! Time to ululate,” he thinks, and then he does it, and then he sinks back with the air of a fellow who has done his duty, and well.
I…find it charming. Less charming at 3 am than at noon, perhaps, but still charming.
This morning, as we applied ourselves to making sure no catly ear-itch went unscratched, I told Scott, “I am in love with this cat. It is ridiculous. He is DROOLING on me, my NECK is SOAKED and I am thinking, OH! OH! HOW I LOVE HIM!
Scott: I can see that.
Me: This is a romance. I saw his picture and I knew he was ours and I would love him forever, as if he were a Disney princess. HE IS JUST LIKE A DISNEY PRINCESS. If, you know, Disney Princesses drooled and pooped into boxes.
Scott: Who’s to say they don’t? Not the drool. Princesses do not drool, but they may well poop in boxes.
Me: Ariel does not poop in a box. MULAN DOES NOT POOP IN A BOX.
Scott: You don’t know. You have never seen them poop into a toilet. It has to be going somewhere.
Me: No, it doesn’t. Disney Princesses don’t poop.
Scott: Everybody poops.
Me: Not Disney princesses. The angels come and carry it away. No, the little birds. The little sentient birds that help with housework. NO! RACCOONS! It is OBVIOUSLY Raccoons. ANIMATED RACCOONS COME IN THE NIGHT AND STEAL THEIR POOP WHILE THEY ARE SLEEPING.
*pause* *I pet Mango*
*pause* *Mango drools.*
Scott: Why would you put that in my head? That is IN MY HEAD NOW. Forever.
*pause* *I pet Mango*
Scott: Well, at least raccoons wash their hands.