It has been said that this is excessive, but I prefer to think of it as 'comprehensive'! There are six permanent residents...more when I have kittens (not me personally!!)... and they should be referred to as a 'Glaring' of cats, as they are a matriarchal society. (A patriarchal one would be a 'clowder', apparently). Billie is the MOTHERLOAD!...and she has a unibrow, making a 'glaring' very appropriate! She's nothing special, in terms of snob value...but she has attitude. Everyone down our street knows Billie! She struts about, with her skinny little legs, looking just like one teetering off to a nightclub in ill-fitting stillettos!
And so moody. She comes over for a cuddle, and then it's a question of risk-assessment! Usually, she appreciates it, and I am rewarded with head-banging and friendly chirruping. However, it's quite likely that, the moment I touch her, she'll start hissing and growling before aiming a cautionary swipe at me...before walking off with her tail thrashing as if deeply affronted that I deigned to look in her direction. Long live cats with character!!! Some of my other cats are her descendants. She has had nine litters, several admirers, and only one true love...a lovely big bengal tabby called Jack. Billie and Jack spent all their garden-time together...even when she wasn't in season. When she was, which was three times a year, she was the most appalling tease...strutting around on her stillettos, head held high, and extolling her own virtues at the top of her voice! (Honestly, I have often considered installing a red light over the cat-flap, with ''Welcome to Billie's'' next to it!!)
She had lots of admirers (GOODNESS knows what they saw in her), who were all cruelly rebuffed in favour of Jack!!Those days are gone now. When she was six, and had 'done her bit', she was neutered. This resulted in her figure becoming somewhat spherical...earning her the nick-name '8-Ball! Nowadays, Billie spends her time on top of my kitchen cupboards, glowering at us poor mortals like a gargoyle. When she does descend, she again dons her stillettos, and marches around the house and garden, daring anyone to cross her path....and, perhaps, yearning for her glory-days!
(.....we hadn't seen Jack for some time, when we learned that he had been hit in the road outside our house. There is a new 'Jack' on the block, now. Needless to say, the relationship is purely platonic!)
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Hi Caroline,
ReplyDeleteI do have time for reading and I can honestly relate to this. I myself have watched a fullclan sprung way back at the 1970s....i was so young then and very eager. If I knew blogging then, it would be I guess, exactly more or less like yours here. It's fun, somehow, nobody understood or interpreted these cats the way we can connect to them and vise versa. I know you see my chihuahua in my business page, but before he came, i had this cat named Gucci. He's adorable but sadly left when my baby chi was already two months staying at our house, with so much attention than Gucci... so guess what? He stow awayed ....i got lonely but not too depressed because of chi-louis...
Am sure there are lot of cat-lovers like us who can relate to this. I'd say, go for the book-compilation! This is fantastic!
Godbless!
Ritz Badenhop :)