2.2.13 Queen of the Cottage, Helm of the Heart
She came from a feral colony in Lowell,MA. I had traveled there to pick up a 20
pound boy cat, who had had several unhappy homes and for the most part spent
his 7 years in shelters and boxes. We met through internet dating, and hit it off
immediately.
While I was there, one staffer turned to me with a small kitten held,
under her armpits, her small furred legs dangling, long tufts extending out from
her ears, quizzical authoritative expression upon her 7 week old face. Long fur
trailing beneath her footpads, a sign of multigeneration ferals. I reluctantly left her
for a week, their promises to hold her, to complete the adoption process, and was
back, quick as possible, to bring her home.
As soon as she joined us, my youngest adopted her, heart, mind and soul. She
instantly fell in love with both him, and also the 7 year old 20 pound male who
preceded her by a week, and they have been spooning and wrestling and cuddling
and having lovers quarrels ever since.
She has a hard time eating because she needs to be sat with and 'guarded'.
She needs to be kissed about 50 times a day, all at the same time in the same place
on her head. Then she's good to go.
She needs to wrestle daily, with cats and humans, claws and teeth out and
engaged. She sits in your lap, leans, and waits for you to enclose her and just
stay still. When you are drawing or reading, she sits by you and grabs you with her
claw, over and over and over and over again.
She tries to attack and intimidate the little old mostly blind dog from getting on
her perch on the bed, but I alpha her. it's "Nope, that is NOT going to happen,
small one, not to that old sweet dog."
If you put a piece of paper on the bed, she will finally relax because she knows
where her place is. If you stay very very still, she kisses your nose.
She announces herself throughout the house in the finest Siamese tradition, but
when you go look for her to give her herbs and vitamins in terribly fancy canned
food, she remains quietly sitting behind some object, listening to you in the most
ardently disinterested feline tradition.
Her given name is Mary Jane, named by her person who was 16 at the time, so you
know what that is about...
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