lil fish has two cats–a brother and a sister. she adopted them as kittens from the local cat shelter during covid. i was her reference. the boy cat is named shit bro. originally his name meant history bro, but as it turns out, shit is pronounced the same way as history in chinese, and he shat on himself a lot. he’s very fluffy. his little sister is called meimei–chinese for little sister. shit bro bullies meimei a lot. he eats more than her, weighs more than her, and enjoys pinning her to the floor, biting her ear as she mews pitifully.
once i brought my cat mimi over for a playdate. despite being half his size, she hissed at shit bro every time she saw him and rubbed herself all over the living room. apparently, he was so frightened that he didn’t return to the living room for a week. lil fish and i joked about how i should bring mimi over every once in awhile to teach shit bro a lesson. but then she decided against it. “it would probably just make him even worse to meimei after,” she said. a small chill ran down my spine.
last week, i was going to bring mimi over for another playdate. but meimei had recently returned from a trip to the hospital, and shit bro, upon finding foreign smells on her, was acting extra aggressive. so lil fish told me not to bring my cat. and though i am filled with indignance and anger upon her every story of shit bro’s abuse, all i see when i arrive is a chubby fluffy cat, whom i can’t help but kiss and coddle all the same. meanwhile, for the duration of my visit, meimei hid somewhere else.
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