I picked up a cat yesterday, from a guy on Craigslist who had to get rid of her because she wasn't getting along with his other cat. He described her as a pretty mellow cat who isn't a climber or an attention *****, which is perfect for me because I tend to insist on low-maintenance relationships.
She's under my futon now, and we're talking about one of those chairs that turns into a Spartan's posh one-man bed. Meaning she has a hole maybe a little over four inches wide to squirm through to get beneath it. I hope she's not hurting herself hiding, but she won't accept the hiding spot I made for her out of a milk crate, a pillow, and a t-shirt, sequestered behind my rattan papasan in the corner of the bedroom.
She displays some redirected aggression, hissing at me when I try to let smell my fingers — which incidentally I do without any sudden motions; I've lived with over twenty cats — and even once swatting at me and once looking like she was about to, and in a somewhat more aggressive than merely cringingly defensive way. She hasn't destroyed anything, except a roll of toilet paper, but she was yowling a little bit early this morning; so her bad behavior is limited to a fearful response to her new place.
I guess. I must have lucked out, or perhaps I'm not remembering my childhood accurately; but, most of the cats I've taken in haven't done more than hide beneath my blanket or in my closet for a while, but would let me pet them and act social toward me. This cat looks and acts very similar to a Bengal an old neighbor of mine had (who bought it to bolster his flagging manhood — jerk!), which is causing me to wonder if I'll ever have a companion or I'm a posh squat for a freeloading opportunistic organism.
She's a little over a year-and-a-half old, and I heard that she's been bounced around a bit. Okay, that could traumatize a cat; but she also could have been passed around from person to person because she's just not that great a domestic pet, too. I love cats, don't get me wrong, but I view them as what they are; I don't romanticize them or immediately assume they're innocent Victims of Society (who in hell isn't one?).
I just want a fun, sharp, loving pet. I'm feeling like the joke's on me, again.
She's under my futon now, and we're talking about one of those chairs that turns into a Spartan's posh one-man bed. Meaning she has a hole maybe a little over four inches wide to squirm through to get beneath it. I hope she's not hurting herself hiding, but she won't accept the hiding spot I made for her out of a milk crate, a pillow, and a t-shirt, sequestered behind my rattan papasan in the corner of the bedroom.
She displays some redirected aggression, hissing at me when I try to let smell my fingers — which incidentally I do without any sudden motions; I've lived with over twenty cats — and even once swatting at me and once looking like she was about to, and in a somewhat more aggressive than merely cringingly defensive way. She hasn't destroyed anything, except a roll of toilet paper, but she was yowling a little bit early this morning; so her bad behavior is limited to a fearful response to her new place.
I guess. I must have lucked out, or perhaps I'm not remembering my childhood accurately; but, most of the cats I've taken in haven't done more than hide beneath my blanket or in my closet for a while, but would let me pet them and act social toward me. This cat looks and acts very similar to a Bengal an old neighbor of mine had (who bought it to bolster his flagging manhood — jerk!), which is causing me to wonder if I'll ever have a companion or I'm a posh squat for a freeloading opportunistic organism.
She's a little over a year-and-a-half old, and I heard that she's been bounced around a bit. Okay, that could traumatize a cat; but she also could have been passed around from person to person because she's just not that great a domestic pet, too. I love cats, don't get me wrong, but I view them as what they are; I don't romanticize them or immediately assume they're innocent Victims of Society (who in hell isn't one?).
I just want a fun, sharp, loving pet. I'm feeling like the joke's on me, again.
