Look at this little rascal. She knows all she has to do is roll over and look cute and she will end up getting whatever she wants. She is quite the little con artist but is so cute doing it, who could resist? Not me, that’s for sure.
However, knowing how to pay her cards and get us to be on her side, she shows that she is a very smart cat, and has always been so. We met sometime around April back in 2005. My partner, Roy and I had seven cats, I think it was at the time. Or maybe we only had six and one of the original ones had died, but nonetheless, we had enough cats, or so we told ourselves….that is until this fine and elegant lady came on the scene.
I opened the door, to either leave to go to work or just to go to check the mail, I am not sure which. I saw this cat, the one in the picture. She was staring intensely at me. I had heard kittens crying under the house so I knew she had kittens and that they were too young to wean If they were old enough, I reasoned, why weren’t they out in the yard?!
So we proceeded to have a conversation. It went something like this:
Hi, Miss Cat, what are you doing out here?
meow, meow,….meow meow.
What’s that, are you saying you want to move into the house?
Meow, meow…meow meow….meow. (yeah, she has always been a long winded talker)
Ok, now, you have kittens under the house. Yes, don’t shake your head at me, I know you do, I hear them whining. Now, listen, you can NOT come in the house until those kittens are weaned. Before I will even consider bringing you into the house, you have to bring them out from under the house. I am NOT going to have those babies starve under the house just to let you come in where it is more comfortable.
Well, I didn’t know exactly that what meant. But about four days later, all four of the little kittens were running around in the yard. So, I knew she really did want to come in the house and had understood and fulfilled her end of the bargain. So, I called an animal rescue service, they took her to get her shots and be neutered. After that was done, they brought her back to me, and took the kittens to find homes for them.
She moved in and has lived with me non-stop for 15 years, including a move from Tennessee to New Orleans. Like me she was a Tennessee and we have gone Louisianan together. She is great company for me and makes sure I do what I am supposed to (ok so most of it has something to do with feeding her but still) do.