Yesterday, I received an email from a gal in my area looking for a kitten for her elderly mom. We talked for quite awhile and I convinced her that a kitten for an elderly woman isn’t really the best idea and it would be better to have an older cat. So tomorrow night, I will take Mercedes over to meet the mom and see how it goes.
Mercedes is my true pariah kitty- a pariah kitty is in the cat world, like a shy geeky kid on the playground is to bullies. Regardless of the cat, Mercedes has been bullied since day one. She slinks into each room carefully, looking for cover. She has done this since a kitten and at first, I had no clue why. But as I watched her dart from cover to cover until she could reach my side and do this repeatedly- I decided to investigate her behavior. I found in my research that she is a pariah kitty.
Pariah kitties are rare, but they do exist. I am unsure if it is a scent or a behavior that they give off that triggers the others to attack them- but something about how they move, or look triggers the attack. I have been looking for quite some time for a catless home to put her into. She is such a sweet tuxedo kitty who loves to be petted and hugged but it is dangerous to have her on your lap because she is subject to attack at any time. I still bear the scars of our “petting times.” And those scars aren’t from her being viscious, but from her trying to escape a sneak attack. And it is a sneak attack, I didn’t even see it coming when it hit her.
The weather is once again quite cold and the kitties are responding to the weather by acting crazy. They played all night keeping me awake until 4:00 a.m. The older kitties got me up at 6:00 a.m. so I am pretty sleepy right now.
It’s 29 degrees, and it rained last night so the roads are slick. I am out of dry food so I am grateful for the food donation because this means I don’t need to slide to the store and back to get kitty food! God sure knows what He is doing in my life.