Did I mention I bought Secret Cat a beautiful pink collar with a lovely pink bell?
If I didn’t, it’s because she immediately took it off and flung it into the bushes. I found it and invited her to pop it back on. She grabbed me by the scruff of my shirt, slammed me against a wall and hissed between teeth that she was not going to be wearing a collar thanks very much.
Fine. Be that way.
And she made a noise like Satan with a stubbed toe, when I stuffed her into the cat carrier for her first trip to the vet since I adopted her.
But now she has a microchip. Narny.
When we got home I invited her to return to her usual spot under the stairs. She zoomed out of the crate like it was on fire, pausing only briefly to flip me the bird before vanishing. I wondered if maybe that was the last time I’d see her. But when I stood outside that evening and tink, tink tinked on the side of a can of cat junk food, there she was… throwing me daggers.
It’s a love story, really.
Love the scowl !
“a noise like Satan with a stubbed toe” – oh, that is a wonderful description! So glad that you were able to get her microchipped. One of the great things about cats is their ability to reason, such as her determination that being upset with your recent behavior (pink coller, stuffing her in carrier, transporting her to scary new place for shot) should have no bearing on whether she wants to eat cat junk food which just happens to be provided by you.
Yeah, it’s a love story! And what a beautiful love story it is!
She probably just thinks pink is not her colour.