The Alleged Cat
|I took this picture a week or two ago, back in the Olden Days when I still was wearing glasses. This is my Alleged Cat. There was a time when nobody believed she existed, because she would run and hide whenever anybody visited.|
Now she is a bit braver, and if somebody comes over and we sit quietly for awhile, she will creep out and investigate. She still doesn't like to come near, but there are at least a few people who have seen her and believe that she's still alive!
Her name is Mouse. She is named after a pointing device not the skittish rodent, but the name fits her well. Almost 11 year old, she was my first cat. My sister gave her to me as a birthday gift the year I got my own apartment (my icon shows her as a kitten). For the first few years of her life, it was just the two of us. I didn't know very many people, hardly ever had visitors, and I traveled a lot. It was either her and me, or just her. We bonded tightly, had our own little morning rituals, and she knew her name well enough to come when called.
She got to be very shy though, because she wasn't used to having other people or animals around! I think she misses those times. Now that I have other cats, and friends coming by, she tends to be rather angry and bitter. She's the first cat -- and she misses being the only cat.
She is still a sweet and cuddly little kitty though, when it is just the two of us. She's just a little bi-polar! I can never guess if she'll be angry and hiss, or clingy and purring, or when it will change with the blink of an eye. I have to pet her just right, or she'll get annoyed with me and stalk away. But she is still my baby, my Mousie, the one who was around when nobody else was.