A lot of you have read my posts about Ms. Spooky. She is our adopt-a-cat. I decided I should post some photos of her, and that’s when I discovered how really camera shy she is. I’m going to insert some photos so you can see for yourself.
Spooky showed up on our doorstep about 6 years ago, literally starving to death. Her fur, which is a silky sable brown, (it photographs black, but isn’t) was, at that point, half gone. Her fur was then a mottled orange and brown shade. She seemed to be wearing thigh high brown velvet boots. The twin bones just below her head were as thin as sheets of paper.
My guy said I should put some food out for her. So, I did. But we were NOT getting a pet. Up to this point, I always said my guy was the only pet I wanted. I get too attached to pets and then when they don’t live to be 100, it kills me. Thus the “no pet” rule. Been there, done that.
Best laid plans, right? One thing led to another, and while I was away at a book conference, I phoned home one night, and my guy said, “Guess who’s inside with me?”
Purr, purr, purr.
Of course, you know how the rest of the story goes. She now owns us. The house is her domain; she just lets us live here with her. If she could feed herself and clean her own cat box though, we could find ourselves on the street.
Spooky is a very loving cat. We were actually blessed the day she arrived. We just didn’t know it then.
Since her fur is very long and very silky as soon as the warmer months begin, so does the shedding. Fur flies all over the place and even comes out in clumps, no matter how much brushing she gets. She has a serious problem with fur balls during Spring and Summer. We started getting her a lion cut and discovered she is a much smaller cat than she appears to be with all that fur. 🙂
Spooky got her name, not because she seems to be a black cat–which is what most folks assume–but because she spooks at every little sound. She does this so much I worry that something will startle her so badly one day her heart will give out. I guess she went through a lot of trauma before she found us.
But she’s living like a princess now. She likes being tucked in like a baby for her naps. She talks to me all the time. She understands the words “treats” and outside. She can meow like a Siamese, but she’s actually a breed called Chantilly. She dances like a Meercat across the sliding glass door when she wants in. And she has eyes that glow like a halogens in black tunnel. As you can see below:
She might be camera shy, but she makes a great Halloween kitty. LOL. BTW, I love Halloween and my adopt-a-cat.
Are you a cat person?