My Beloved Baby Girl Carly

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Gosh, I love that cat!

In the spirit of Autumn, I thought I’d post this beautiful pic of  <a href=”http://www.cat-pause.com/blog/snarly-carly/”><u>Carly</u></a>.  Yesterday was an overachieving day for her – she caught two mice, terrorized a couple of cardinals, ran off one cat (Thanks be to God that it wasn’t one of her own kittens.),  growled at 3 humans and 2 of her babies.

Busy day.

Carly Strikes Again

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Look at this happy guy.  Why’s he so ridiculously happy?  Because he obviously has never met <a href=”http://www.cat-pause.com/blog/snarly-carly/”>Carly</a>.  Therefore, he has no idea what real fear is.

She was sitting behind one of her babies (Adam) this morning and slapped him upside his little head for absolutely no reason whatsoever.    I went over to pick her up and she turned her purring motor on – like, “What, mom?  I was just playing.  The hiss?  Oh, that wasn’t a hiss as much as it was a… uh… a giggle.  Yeah, it was a giggle.”

She sat in my lap, nicely, for about 20 minutes after that – which is unusual because Carly doesn’t do anything nicely for more than 2 minutes.  I’m starting to get worried.  I think she’s up to something.

By the way – little Adam never knew what (literally) hit him.  He was busy attacking Bo’s tail at the time and never even knew Carly had whacked him.  That or her children are accustomed to her ways.

Sigh.

Meet Gorgeous Alexa

The beauty in the pic above is Alexa, Carly’s only female kitten. She (Alexa, not Carly for pity’s sake) is an absolute sweetheart – like all the boy cats, she’s very quick to purr and loves to snuggle.

She’s the smallest of all three of them, but has the loudest meow by far. (My husband would attribute this to the female factor.) Aside from the trip to Kroger that was described in Bo’s post, Alexa never causes any problems whatsoever. Let’s attribute that to the female factor, too.

Joi

Meet Carly – A Most Unusual and Precious Cat

See the beautiful cat in the pic? She’s even prettier in person – beautiful, bright green eyes and amazingly colorful markings….she even has a pretty name and a lyrical meow. We all absolutely love her, as we do all of our cats, to sheer distraction.

BUT, while we’re being honest, I may as well go on record as saying that Carly is a ravenous hunter, has a cantankerous disposition, growls like a Pit Bull (heck, a Pit Bull wouldn’t stand a chance with her), is very choosy about when she’ll allow herself to be rubbed or talked to, and had rather fight alligators than be held.

When she was a kitten, and even up to the age of 2, we always kept triple antibiotic on the counter in the kitchen. We knew we’d need it throughout the day – more than once. We also bought more band aids during that time than all the other years of our lives combined!

Sure, she’s a child of hell, as the Bible would refer to her – but she’s OUR child of hell and we wouldn’t take anything for her. Besides, she has calmed down a little since having her kittens. We were just thrilled when she actually cared for them, we were all watching her closely – every time she bathed them, I suspected that she was just tenderizing them. I’d breath a sigh of relief when the licks weren’t followed by bites. I guess my little girl’s growing up.

When she gets hungry and wildlife is in short supply, she sits on the kitchen window and howls like a wolf. Gosh, I love that cat.

Uh oh, she’s there now. I have a she devil to feed, so you’ll excuse me if I bail. Wait isn’t in her vocabulary.

Joi

Carly and Prissy – Opposites Distract

“Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God.” – Unknown

Ever notice how a cat enters your presence? (S)he looks you in the eye to make sure you realize just how lucky and blessed you are, then sort of sizes up your gratitude.

We have two cats and three kittens – even the babies are convinced they’re above everyone else. It must be something their mother (Carly) passed on to them, she’s the biggest egomaniac ever. Even her MEOW comes across as demanding and intolerant. Actually it isn’t a meow at all, it’s more of a scream….an “I know you hear me, why hasn’t my every desire been met?!”- type of alarm.

Her entire attitude is just like her scream. Her appearance tricks the casual observer, because she’s a small-boned  little thing…very dainty (I’ll deny it if you tell her I said that word) and beautiful.  She has big gorgeous green eyes and an amazingly colorful coat. She’s less than two, herself, and had kittens much sooner than we’d have liked.

But, Carly’s Carly and that never spells out what you expect.  She’s a true character, a “tom boy” whereas her sister-by-association, Prissy is a girly-girl.  Humanized, as children, Carly would have on a Terrell Owens football jersey, go around barefoot and hang from trees. Prissy would be wearing ribbons, sitting under the same tree reading  and hoping Carly didn’t swoop down on her. She would.

I can’t imagine life without my cats.   The fun and laughter they bring out of each day defies description….

Carly’s been quiet for too long, I’d better go see who or what has been compromised for her entertainment.

Carly is at the top of the post, demanding answers from someone and Miss Prissy is striking a pose in the smaller picture.

Carly Update – Making Our Grumpy Baby Play Well With Others

As I’ve said in previous posts, we’ve been battling a very grouchy little cat around our house. Carly has, for some time now, been extremely asocial and agressive toward other cats, even to her own kittens.

She growls, hisses, and even slaps when the others come near her, which thankfully isn’t too often.

I started thinking that it’s probably a territorial thing. She was the only kitten her mother had, and then her mother disappeared when she was only 6 months old (disappeared or fled, as Carly’s always been a little terror!) So, Carly was our only outside cat for over a year. Just her….her bed, her chairs, her cat food, her home, her family…. Next thing you know, she has four other cats all lying in her furniture, eating off of her dishes, etc.

So, I fixed up a little special place by the back door, with a special little house (I confess, I even bought her her own baby blanket) – and a table where I serve her food, separate from the others. I’m making sure that only Carly is allowed in the house and that the others don’t get on her table. So far, so good, because frankly having her off to herself suits them as much as it does her!

She’s acting better, although she won’t win any Miss Congeniality awards. She’s letting me pet her more…she even purred for, like, two minutes yesterday while I rubbed her head. Then she saw one of her “kids” and the purr roared into a growl.

Oh well, the two minutes were sweet while they lasted!

Joi

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