The feral cat

Our vet thought Cleo the horrible kitten was thrown from a car window, leading to the huge gash on her hip and head injury and subsequent brain-damaged, crazy-cat behavior. But I have decided I disagree. I think she was a feral kitten, being raised in a nearby field, and we got her just in time to tame her. Kind of. Some examples of her feral behavior:

The picture to the left shows her normal tail. On the right is her puff tail. These pictures were taken on the same night.

This isn’t normal, is it? None of my other cats run around with a toilet brush on their butts when they’re scared.

And there’s the fighting with other cats twice her size. The random foot attacks. She especially loves to attack feet in the middle of the night through the covers. Quite a surprise, let me tell you. She does the same to hands. My daughter has to hide her hands in the bed covers to keep Cleo from chewing them to bloody stumps.

Then there’s the growling. It’s hard to describe her growling so people understand how nutty she sounds. She starts off low, not steady, more up and down, then rises up to a screetch. She growls when she sees Princess, when you pick her up, when you pet her. The only time she’s really nice is when you’re feeding her or she’s sleepy.

Here she is getting her first collar:

She’s been pelting through the house, trying to outrun the collar, clawing at it and slashing at the other cats. She finally collapsed in exhaustion, but she still growled when we tried to pet her.

Playing with her is also rather painful.

All I can say is, it’s a good thing she’s cute.

This is her blankie. It used to be my daughter’s blankie when she was just a baby. Cleo found it under Rachel’s bed and drug it out and into her own bed. She defends her blankie to the death. I had hoped Rachel’s blankie would one day go to her first child.

I guess it kind of did.

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About alisaacarter

I am a writer of young adult novels, wife, mom of three, lover of animals, former magazine editor, reader of anything paranormal, and coffee fanatic.
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