Team Cats

I'm destined to become that crazy cat lady who lives alone with about twenty cats, and frankly, I don't mind. Though I have chosen to start early and surround myself with cats, I sadly do not have twenty yet, only five. But they are wonderful and they will do. I actually used to not be a fan of cats and was one hundred percent team dog, but early June of 2011 God sent down the gift of cat to me. A stray birthed four kittens in my backyard, they got the names Nugget, Hurricane, Retro, and Megantron. Throughout these years I've been nourishing them and working to gain their trust. A year later, in May 2012, my friend gave me a kitten from her cat's litter. She became Ramona, the one who lives inside. Having these cats brought out an obsession in me. They're such fascinating creatures it's impossible to not fall in love.

My cats are killers. I love this trait because I can appreciate it. Also because it can be funny to see Ramona try to be a hunting machine. They have sharp claws and sharp teeth that tear at the flesh, and it hurts when they want it to. They have a technique where they hook their claws in you and curl their paw to make it impossible to escape, my heart stops whenever I'm the victim. There's always that moment that I think I'm not going to get my hand back. They also throw swipes. When I have treats Hurricane throws them like a professional boxer. Though I feel the pain of their killer skills I appreciate it because it's just amazing, these animals were born to survive. They earn  things and I have fully respect for that. Though the species has survival instincts of course there's always those who lack certain things and wouldn't possibly make it. Let's just say it's a good thing Ramona's a domestic cat. She is beautiful. Sadly with that beauty comes no camouflage, she of course isn't aware of that. She thinks being hunched over, or being next to something means she is unseen. Well, a blind person could see her. It's very cute to see her try and stalk though. She is viscous, so I'll give her that. She doesn't really have friends because she thinks it's OK to attack everything that moves. And she's territorial. And selfish, so nothing comes near what's hers. The other day when I was petting Nugget she began to growl, and dear God I swear that growl is that of demon. Though they're sometimes cool, Ramona tries to start a fight with one of them every so often. I can only hope she learns to behave someday.