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.