She has three modes: crazy, terrified and lovingly affectionate (unfortunately the last one is the least frequent). Lahore has scores of unloved and wild Ferrel cats. They really are quite terrifying creatures and very unlike the ‘house’ cats I grew up knowing. In a city that doesn’t in the slightest support their existence, the cats that make it are a special brand of crazy. Crazy survivors. Our kitten showed up on a co-workers doorstep, with her sister dead on her heels. She chose the right door to make a final plea at because our co-worker lovingly put meat on her little ribs and nursed her through another cat attack that left her stomach and back ripped open. Then she managed to convince some innocent newcomer (aka myself…) that all I really needed in my life was a kitten! FYI: IF you want me to adopt a kitten, all you need to do is email me pictures. I am a big time sucker.
Now that she’s come out from under the bed, we’re quickly realizing that having a kitten is like having a toddler. We can’t leave out wires, glasses of water, food, or anything else small and shiny that she may want to ingest. Like I said, toddler. Our computers in particular find themselves under frequent attack. She really enjoys racing across the room and pouncing on the screen like it’s some small creature, or in other words lunch. NOT o.k.! I’m hoping she notices the small lizards living in the corners of our home and starts terrorizing those instead.