Welcome my friends to SPOTLIGHT THURSDAY. This is the time that I will introduce you to one of my fellow anipals so you can get to know them better. Some of them, you may already know. We hope that you enjoy this series!
Name: Kessy – Though – which real name the cat has is a secret among the cat community.
Age: Nearly 8 (7 years and ten months), yes I am a big girl, no kitten anymore, no matter what my female slave says.
Location: Hannover, Germany
Web/Blog Page: I do not blog, I am a snob, I am a deity, after all, I let blog – my female slave does blog, though. inhannover.wordpress.com
What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents? Parents? Oh, you mean my slave? Strange fat human, why does she come over and disturb me in my basket when there are all the other cats she can interact with? Oh, she brings a present, good. Still, not showing too much appreciation, just a majestic nod – or what is the feline equivalent. Good, she leaves again. Then a strange thing happened. The nice lady from the shelter shoved me into a basket (one of those things she took me and all my fellow inmates to the vet with) and brought me to a strange weird place. She let me out of the basket and I fled and jumped at the window, dang it was closed! But there was a second door. I sped past that fat human again and searched shelter under what I call now the big cat bed. There was a white and black tom, but he seemed ok-ish. He did not growl and not hiss. He just blinked. Cool guy. I settled there. I heard the slave say something to the not so nice any more lady from the shelter – and then they fell silent. We four waited with baited breath – but nothing happened. The humans let me be, The lady from the shelter even forgot me when she went home. Later that day I heard the wood about my head creak and the tom went out and joined the fat slave on the bed. I jumped out and went into the third room of the apartment, where I found a Kessy sized cave, in which I curled up. All my friends were missing. Later at night I ventured back, the tom lay at the feet of the fat human. He was really friendly. The human spoke to me – so I fled again. That was my first day at the new home. And several days more.
What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home? When I hid from the human slave under the cover of the sofa and she brought me presents and laid them in front of the opening and then left me to it. Then I knew I had found my very own slave. She even played with me and gave me treats despite not being allowed to caress me at first.
What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home? When I brought out a hairball on the freshly done covers on the big cat bed. I have done that several times, and the slave has the impertinence to try to shove me on the ground to vomit there. But most times she is too late.
Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why? There is only one slave at my home and she is firmly wrapped around my paw. Unless she decides to take me to the vet. She should know better by now. I have left some very stinky reminders for her that I do not like being put into that box and being brought there. Last time they even stole my teeth! My pride and joy! But apart from this strange affinity to the vet she is a good slave and gives me treats galore and plays with me. She even feeds me grass stems now that I find it difficult to plug them myself (your own fault woman). Ok, my teeth hurt that much that I refused to eat, so maybe she did have a point.
What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you? That I am tiny at heart. I am only tiny compared to human bodies. I am a tiger – or a lioness …Or maybe it is my fur colour (color in your part of the world) – it appears to be rather black-ish – but I am mainly red-brownish – which the sun reveals.
Hope you enjoyed meeting my friend – check back next week for another Spotlight edition!