The Vicious Tortie
November 14th 2007 21:24
My neighbour and I once knew a girl who had a tortoiseshell cat called Precious (name changed). She used to put her cat in a cage and carry it over to my neighbour’s place whenever she was visiting. My neighbour’s cats took one look at her and kept their distance. When my neighbour tried to pick the cat up, she got bitten and scratched all over. One time, I was sitting in front of her cat and said, “Hello, Precious.” The greeting I got back was a big swipe of her paw towards my face and if I had not backed off when I did, I would have ended up with a huge scratch across my face.
The cat’s owner seemed oblivious to her pet’s aggressive behaviour. “Isn’t she the prettiest girl on the block?” she’d coo. Pretty, yes. Friendly, no. “All torties are like her,” she’d say and my neighbour would simply say yes. Having never encountered any other torties in my life to make a comparison, I could only go on what those two said. But afterwards, when the girl had left with her cats and my neighbour’s cats came back into the living room, I asked my neighbour if what the girl said was true. “Of course not,” my neighbour said. I was glad to hear that.
The cat’s owner seemed oblivious to her pet’s aggressive behaviour. “Isn’t she the prettiest girl on the block?” she’d coo. Pretty, yes. Friendly, no. “All torties are like her,” she’d say and my neighbour would simply say yes. Having never encountered any other torties in my life to make a comparison, I could only go on what those two said. But afterwards, when the girl had left with her cats and my neighbour’s cats came back into the living room, I asked my neighbour if what the girl said was true. “Of course not,” my neighbour said. I was glad to hear that.
Photo taken by Ioannes.baptista. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.
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