Friday Cat Blogging
Ms Gruntled
I told you leaves were no fun.
[Editor: This is the youngest feral around, and she doesn’t approve of much. A litter mate was chasing everything in the yard and she just sat there. Some cats are born old.]
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Maybe the poor little fuzz is not feeling well?
Feral cats drive me bonkers because I want to pat them and they freak out….
She’s fine. Some cats just aren’t “frisky”, and she’s one of them. I think she’s in training to be an alpha – she has the attitude and she nails her siblings when she’s annoyed.
Ms Gruntled, lol……But her stripes are beautiful….!
but she is damn cute!
With a mildly pleasant personality she would be a wonderful cat, but I think she’s in love with power. She’s the only feral cat with tabby markings other than the grand dam, Molly, who is alpha of all the alphas and the oldest cat in the area.
Lovely young cat. Pity about the alpha tendencies.
Great name, though, “Ms. Gruntled.” I remember the moment at which, as a dictionary-obsessed child, I discovered that “gruntled” is a real word, meaning pretty much what you’d expect. I went around using it the entire next week.
Feral cats are generally who they are, from adolescence onward, but domesticated cats can change. About seven or eight years into my relationship with Stella’s elderly cat Tabitha, the latter suddenly decided I was OK, or even better than OK. Now I can’t keep her out of my lap, even when I’m trying to eat.
Income decided he liked me at about 6 months, while Excise decided he didn’t (unless I was giving out ear scratches to Socks), so there’s always hope, but not much. She seems pretty set in her ways.
can’t have teh grrrrrlz lusting after power. how very unladylike.
Um, feral cat society is matriarchal – you can’t have “boyz” lusting after power or they’ll get their butts kicked out of the territory. Toms are tolerated, not listened to.
i probably should not have veered off-topic-ish on a friday cat blogging post, but i wasn’t actually talking about cats in that last comment.
I know 😈
She is a little beauty. Shame she’s not off playing with the others
She’s playing, Jams, but the “games” are different.
Some folks are born “old”, too. Wish I could bite people when they aggitate me.
Well, you can, Jill, but I don’t the state of California would approve.