The Stinky Dilemma

I have a kitten named Stinky Jane. She's all but a few months old and she holds her own against the two older boy kitties (Rio & Socks). I got her as a gift just before Mother's Day from Christo, because I wanted a girl kitty, and I desperately wanted a tortoise shell or orange tabby. Rio is our white cat, Socks is a dark tabby with white socks and Stinky is... well... to put it nicely, she looks like a a feral cat that desperately wanted to be an orange housekitty. I found her on Craigslist, the person that listed the litter said they were about 8 weeks old. She looked like a gray and orange tortoise in the picture, alongside her orange brothers and sisters. When I picked her up, she was tiny and could fit in the palm of my hand. Also, she wasn't a tortie.

Definitely not a tortie.

On the car ride home, I was trying to think of what to name her. I wanted to name her something cute, like Itty Bitty or Tiny or something. But on that short car ride home, she had AWFUL gas. (I would later learn that this is what makes her unique.) I threatened to name her Stinky if she farted one more time, and lo and behold, she did.

When I got home, I was so excited to play with her, and took several pictures of her. She was litterbox trained and very, very playful and loving. The boys were not too excited about this new intruder, but after a day or two, they warmed up to her. Socks has taken the fatherly role with her, and Rio is the big brother. Stinky never really wanted to play with Maggie, the obnoxious basset hound mix.

Stinky's name is quite fitting, because her gas is very distinguished, sour and offensive. It can be smelled from a room away. She was known for coming into a room, farting, and walking out of the room like she didn't do it. She did this a lot when she was very young, when she still cuddled with me at night or on slow mornings.

When she was younger, Stinky would sleep on my chest every chance she got. She was constantly begging for attention, and would greet me as soon as I walked in the door. Now that she's older, like a teenager, she wants to rebel against me and chooses to do whatever she wants. Just the other day, she came into my room while I was sleeping, and pawed/dug her claws into me for a good hour. She was very persistent, too. I would roll over, covering myself up with blanket, and she would find a new patch of bare skin to sink her claws into. Eventually I started throwing her off the bed, and she would come back and go right back at it. I'm sure this was her way of waking me up so I would go fill her food bowl.

Stinky's latest feat of defiance has come in the form of poop. She apparently is not happy with the new placement of the litter box, and as a big FU to me, she poops directly outside of her litter box. Having three cats, the litter box is cleaned every other day or so. She is fully capable of using the litter box, but because it's in a high traffic area, she refuses to use it.

Proof: Stinky knows how to use a litter box.

I guess I'm going to have to move the litter box back into a suitable place for Stinky, because I really don't want to be playing limbo with a finicky cat.