Next month it will be a year since I first laid eyes on a sad one-eyed cat in a cage. I thought she was an old, special needs cat that no one would adopt. She was quiet when I saw her and her eye was pleading.
Boy was I wrong. She was a con artist posing as a sweet thing.
For the first two months here, she didn’t talk. She was sweet and didn’t annoy the other cats. In fact, she seemed to enjoy their company.
That was then. This is now.
She still enjoys their company but she shows it in a different way. She enjoys running over them, jumping on them, cutting them off at the pass if they are going somewhere. Sadly there are no pictures of these shenanigans! My camera isn’t quick enough.
If they swat her, she will swat back. She has grown quite a bit and is a tall, long, lean cat. She’s not about the food and will not steal it but she does like to be fed first. Her mama never taught her manners. That’s apparent.
She enjoys the occasional scuffle, rolling around on the carpet, caterwauling loudly. Poor Mollie is usually the victim of those antics. Mollie is a mere 8 pounds compared to 10 pound Morgan. Morgan is also a head taller.
She chatters at the birds and squirrels outside. She must be coming up on two years old this spring but she acts more like a kitten. She doesn’t sleep much for a cat but prefers keeping an eye (no pun intended) on the great outdoors from her perch in front of the glass doors.
There are a lot of good things about her. She doesn’t wake us up or jump on the bed but waits patiently. Her cleanliness is perfect, never missing the litter box or pooping up her hindquarters.
In many ways she is still the six month old kitten. She will run over everyone to be first. She waits until I clean “the box” before jumping in to be the first to desecrate it.
She isn’t shy about that. Jake doesn’t like anyone watching him “go.” She doesn’t care. In fact she has asked us to post a YouTube of her litter box techniques! (Talk about porno…)
She doesn’t know how to walk. She can only run or gallop — up the steps, down the steps, around the house often in circles, sounding like a full-scale cattle stampede.
So far we only lost one broken item to her exuberance. I consider that good.
It’s amazing how youth and energy can change a household.