A few months ago I lost a cat named Pye. She was on the back porch before I went to bed and the next morning she was gone. She was one of the sweetest cats I have ever had. Her one goal in life was to get in the house and to stay there. I was slowly convincing the hubby to let her do just that....when she disappeared.
She left behind two kittens. One, a fluffy yellow boy and the other....a female. She is a long-haired copy of her mother, but has more white on her.
The boy is a sweety, but kind of aloof. The girl...well, she has managed to wiggle right into my heart and at the moment is investigating something on the floor next to me. I suspect in a few minutes....I will feel tiny little claws in my legs and she will want to be on my lap.
"Bella" has an eye issue. Her eye bulged when she was about five weeks old and she is suppose to have surgery for it, but (yep...there's the claws in the leg....) I haven't had the money to get it done.
I did find a cat rescue place that will help, but at the moment I don't even have the money for the blood work.
Anyway, what got me on this topic is that she is just like her mother up to a point and then she is her own person....ummm....cat. She wants to be inside (hubby still won't let her stay full-time) and she likes to sit in a chair at the dining room table. BUT...she's a biter. She likes to play rough and if you give her food - you better get those fingers out of the way! She also doesn't mind being held, but don't try to brush her or comb her for fleas. She has no patience.
And now as I sit here - she has been in my lap, back on the ground and now wants back up. Silly, silly kitty. But...I love her.
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