We got her at a shelter when we lived in Virginia. She was the lone calico kitten, and Riley wanted a calico. All the other cats were crammed together in little rooms, but she had her own cage up front, and she was chillin’ in a hammock…the kind you see ferrets lounging in at pet stores.
She’s a bit of a prima donna. Very vocal. For the first few years, she would sit beside you, but did not want to be held. If you pet her the wrong way, she let you know it. Now, suddenly, being held is acceptable. She doesn’t fight it.
She drove the stray we took in after her, to a nervous breakdown, trapping her under Seth’s box spring and not letting her out. We wound up giving that cat to my sister. (No need to thank me Kelli).
I’ve had good cats in my life. The kind who melt in your arms, and purr at your feet. She’s not one of them. I’ve always had the feeling she’s out for herself. We humans are a means to a full food bowl, and a clean litter box and nothing more. Riley loved her unconditionally anyway. She didn’t know any other type of cat. She doesn’t know any other type of love.
Meow.
Meow.
MEOW!
But lately, lately…this kitty is softening up. She’s getting cuddlier. She sits in my lap and snuggles. She doesn’t squirm when you pick her up.
Who is this affectionate bundle of color? And what have you done with Ms. Cranky Pants?
Nevermind. I don’t really want to know.
Whatever is making her happy, we’ll take it.
All cats are out for themselves, entirely selfish insanitry creatures, which is why I will forever be a dog person. Bruce and Tim have their purpose in our household but I’m under no illusions…
I’ve heard that calicos can be that kind of prima donna. And some of them mellow with age…if you can wait that long!
We have a cat with the same independent streak right now. She wants to be petted and stroked, but only while she stands next to you. Pick her up and you’re in trouble. She won’t lie in your lap, but will purr like mad at the end of the bed and stand on your chest in the morning, head-butting you until you stroke her. She rules the roost and I’m not sure what I’d do without her, despite my longing for a cuddle-bun that I can carry around.
She’s gorgeous, BTW.
Believe it or not, my beloved Elsie Penelope started off life as, well, a twerp. She grow out of it… way out of it 🙂
She sounds like she may have Borderline Personality Kitty Disorder. BDC’s, like many BD humans, tend to mellow with age. LOL
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Wow..How interesting! We rescued our cat about 3 years ago, same story…out of nowhere Miss Independent is cuddly, meowy, even a bit NEEDY at times…. Maybe, like humans, their needs, likes and dislikes evolve over time : )
Love that picture!!! We have 4 kitties and they are all very different (except for the fact that they all love ME)