No, I did not name her, in fact, that was the name I did not want for her but it happened anyway. She is a 9(almost 10) year old spayed female DMH (Domesticated Medium Hair – aka MUTT) Tortishell kitty. We got her from a rescue after our first cat “Gracie” pasted away. Now, when we brought her home, she was to be the ‘family cat’ and fill the place that Gracie left. I have to admit at the time I was resentful. Gracie had been my baby and she had something special and different she did with each family member. The fact that my parents had gone out and gotten another cat a few months after Gracie’s passing made me angry. Did her devotion to our happiness mean so little? I kept away from Angel. I did not want to pet her, play with her; I wanted no part of it. My sister was at the time trying like crazy to get Angel B to like her, mostly due to sibling rivalry or that sort of thing.
A week or so into having her in our family, we started to notice hair loss and scabs around her eyes and ears. My parents, figuring that SOMETHING was wrong decided to take her to the vet. When you get a rescue, no matter how old they are, you can usually expect some form of trouble or issue to be there from the start. My parents were NOT happy when they found out what was really going on with their new baby. She had ring worm, and a bad case at that. It was decided at that point that she would spend the treatment time in a spare bedroom, as the disease she had was highly contagious and my parents did not want us spreading it around school like the nasty vermin children are. She was set up in the spare room, and left to be meditated until it was cleared.
That was the turning point. I still disliked her, but when she was in that room all alone after a few days she started to cry. She was a cuddly kitten, and we had to cut off spending time with her due to her contagious situation. I felt very bad for her, she had this new home and they would not so much as hold her. I decided that it was not fair to her, and that I would just be careful to wash after playing with her. She was so happy to see me, I felt bad leaving her alone to go to sleep and in fact I spent a few nights with her. She would rub her face against mine and sleep right on my shoulder. The end result? I was infested with ringworm, but I had a cat that would not leave my side and spent every second of her time with me. If not in my lap, in my room. It was worth each itchy and painful moment thereafter.
Itchy little critters that bring loved ones together!
After that, I was the only one she would spend time with. She still to this day avoids family and many of them see her as the creature that comes out when I am home. My mother tells me that they don’t see or hear her, until I am home. Then she suddenly comes alive and they spot her, and she will sleep in her tree by my desk, or on my bed within eyesight. Of course she gets mad if I am not in the room with her; she will sit by the door and yell for me to get my butt in there so she can watch my every movement. If she was human it would be time for a restraining order.
Now that she is an adult cat, she is starting to show the real reason females in the cat world are called ‘Queens”, because that is what they think they are. She is shockingly picky about her treats and food – I can remember spending $50 on a bag of different treats trying desperately to find one she liked. She is my baby, and of course I do tend to spoil her like all the rest, she just makes it ten times harder. This may be a good thing, because it means she is not overweight. I could find dry foods she would eat, but as far as ‘treat’ it was one thing and one thing only. Because she is so picky and finicky, I decided that she would get small amounts of the wet food she WOULD eat at night. My way of making up for not being able to shove treats in her face on an hourly basis. However, she would only eat ONE brand of wet food, and only one of THREE flavors. Those flavors? Had to be in the pouch, not the can, because somehow she knows the difference. Friskies Gravy Sensations Pouches; Chicken, Turkey, and Beef. If it was not one of those three flavors in that exact make/brand, she will ‘bury’ it like something that belongs in her litter box. I have tried COUNTLESS times to get her on better food – Friskies is one of the worst things you can feed your cat – but of course it’s the only ‘treat’ she will eat. Her dry food is RX and of course it is not made in a wet food – go figure. Guess her normal diet of human souls is not enough when I am out of the house.
I’m not even joking. Those three pouches is IT – and of course it’s the McDonalds of the cat world
Over the past year; I am assuming due to her age and ability to have me as her thumb bearing slave, she has gotten much more demanding. She will actually n** at me if I do not hurry with her food – its 5pm on the DOT. When I come home late from a long shift at work, the first thing I hear is her screaming at me. It’s been hours, and she is dying and starving to death as I stand there and watch. Granted all this time she has had a FULL bowl of her dry food. Normally the first thing I do when I get home is drop my bag, and get her her damn food. She will pester me, and BITE me until I do her bidding. You could say that she has me very well trained at this point, and I no longer fight what she wants. She is lucky she is so freaking cute. If she had her way I would always be off on time, but it never works that way in a vet clinic.
Especially if we have emergency surgeries – when some stupid dog swallows a rock – SERIOUSLY WHY!?
But what can I say, she is my oldest kid – and I will even admit I play favorites when it comes to letting her get away with murder. Seriously, if the dog did this he would be dead.
What can I say, she is so cute when she is in charge~!
