Feral Fluff

sometimes we need the lumps we get to sweeten or make appear sweet our morning cup. It's far more rewarding to be the lump maker so long as the "lumpee" gets what's coming, but who's to decide? My new roomie clawed the holy hell out of my right pinky toe. Her reward was to be petted and to have tolerance laid upon her frail little head.

She spit on me and peed herself today. Second day and hardly a sound out of her and of course, no purr. She's curled up in her little "apartment" and eating herself into oblivion-I tease but I am so happy-and pooping to her hearts content. She's messy and a slob and crotchety and annoying and I love her. My hubby is jealous because every time he sneaks into the room I shoo him out and he whines at the door with all the disdain only his wife (ME) could appreciate. When he has managed to slip between my feet he stops and stares at the little girlie taking up residence on my floor and she hisses at him and I shoo him out again. When I leave the room he inspects me for damage as he doesn't trust her and as animals go, even the best of them will cull the sick from the herd. They have to in order to not allow the sickness to spread and as crude as it sounds, it is where we get most of our ideas whether it be medical or engineering or architectural. So Sophie allowed my ministrations but refused to give up her pissy towel and also refuses to use her new litter box. She has a spirit that makes me love her stinky ass more! The sad thing is I intend to break certain facets of that spirit but only doing so while convincing her it was "her" idea. That's the only way that will work with four legged "monkeys" like her and hubby. His being left out was explained to him as how important it is for him to watch over the babies. He gets it and I know he knows he has no other choice and eventually, she will learn where her evacuations go but for now she is regressed into the defiant toddler state of things. I wouldn't say she was an ideal roommate though her quietness has its benefits as I know if she does let a yelp or howl it would be warranted.

All fluff aside, I love critters and am most at ease with them. Sure there are some I prefer over others as anyone would but for the most part I get long fine and respect them, even when I fear them. People strike me more as an animal than an animal ever would for an animal will never attack for the hell of it and/or for kicks. I don't care what the damn idiot box tells you, Cujo had a disease that infected his mind (hydro-encephalitis~to you, rabies) so was what we would call chemically imbalanced. A mother bear will protect her cub at any cost and in cases where there have been animal attacks on humans (not enough if you ask me), they were always justified and their reasons don't have to be accepted. I love my new roomie and enjoy watching her growth and her mental growth as well. She has yielded and that to me is a big deal. She sees me as NO THREAT and therefore has no wish to attack me unless I goof up accidentally which I haven't. Her pinching of my toe was out of her fear of being caged as the only time they have been caged was for veterinary purposes or punishment! Sidebar: I never got that-you should never make nutrition a punishment nor should you ever make a safe place like bed or a carrier a punishment, and people wonder why their animals react the way they do and their kids won't listen-just food for thought...if I sent Lobo to bed as a punishment she would think me daft as that is a reward to a 15yr old when she has all her shit in her room and tv and such!! But back on topic. Now she's safe and she's fed well without fighting for her food and she's left alone with peace and quiet and her and I like it that way. In a lot of ways we are the same. Both are feral, injured, disabled, crotchety, tired and just all around want to be left alone. Kindred spirits and we, right now, hold a key to each other's well being if not in whole, in part.~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.