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My Kids Vol. 4- Isadora
Feb. 11th, 2007 09:20 pmIsi says, "Momma No! Light too Bright!!"
Isadora aka Isi (pronounced Izzy), Koala Kitty or Lemur Butt.
New newest addition to the feline family.
I came home from work one day and there was a little grey kitten on my patio. And by little I mean tiny. I put out some blankets and a little food and let it be. She sat outside and cried. And she was loud. And I am fairly certain it was non-stop. 3-4 days later I was at home with a migraine. I was nestled down in the living room with the lights off and the blinds drawn and was trying to enjoy the dark.
Suddenly, a harsh interruption broke into my quiet. The voices of two very young afro-american children...(to be read phonetically)
"Ohh! Look at dat cat!"
"Don you go on dat's lady's poach!"
"I wanna pet dat cat!"
*smack*
*wahhhhh* I'm tellen' mama you hit me!"
"I done tole you not to go on day lady poach!"
So, to get rid of the children I let in the kitten. She was a tiny little ball of silvery grey with cute little dark eyes that are positively crossed.
She immediately took over. She laid claim to my lap and to Savini. She insisted on sleeping under my chin. I put out a few signs about "found cat" and got no reply. She was skinny and hungry and loud. She talked constantly. Mostly in little chirps and trills like a tribble. Unless she wanted attention and then she would cry. (Oh, and she always wanted attention.) After about a week I realized that she wasn't leaving. And this strange, demanding, quirky little cat was named for Isadora Duncan. This was in May of last year. I figure she was about 2 months old at that point.
She likes to have her back scratched right at the base of her tail and she'll sing little tribble songs for you. Well, until she gets tired of you doing it and then she'll attack. She likes to chase the monster under the covers. And I am fairly certain that she is the one who is hiding small piles of food under the blankets and pillows. I would like to think this is for me to eat in bed but I know it is more likely that she is still just a little feral and is afraid that if she doesn't stock pile food then she'll starve.
When she first showed up she still hadn't grown into her slightly ringed tail so I started calling her lemur butt. Her grandma thinks that her round little head and dark eyes make her look like a koala bear and she was also tagged with Koala-Kitty.
She sleep pressed up as close to my belly as she can get and she runs to the door and sings to me when I get home from work in the afternoons.
I think she knew exactly what she was doing and where she was going when she found her way to my patio. :-)
Isadora aka Isi (pronounced Izzy), Koala Kitty or Lemur Butt.
New newest addition to the feline family.
I came home from work one day and there was a little grey kitten on my patio. And by little I mean tiny. I put out some blankets and a little food and let it be. She sat outside and cried. And she was loud. And I am fairly certain it was non-stop. 3-4 days later I was at home with a migraine. I was nestled down in the living room with the lights off and the blinds drawn and was trying to enjoy the dark.
Suddenly, a harsh interruption broke into my quiet. The voices of two very young afro-american children...(to be read phonetically)
"Ohh! Look at dat cat!"
"Don you go on dat's lady's poach!"
"I wanna pet dat cat!"
*smack*
*wahhhhh* I'm tellen' mama you hit me!"
"I done tole you not to go on day lady poach!"
So, to get rid of the children I let in the kitten. She was a tiny little ball of silvery grey with cute little dark eyes that are positively crossed.
She immediately took over. She laid claim to my lap and to Savini. She insisted on sleeping under my chin. I put out a few signs about "found cat" and got no reply. She was skinny and hungry and loud. She talked constantly. Mostly in little chirps and trills like a tribble. Unless she wanted attention and then she would cry. (Oh, and she always wanted attention.) After about a week I realized that she wasn't leaving. And this strange, demanding, quirky little cat was named for Isadora Duncan. This was in May of last year. I figure she was about 2 months old at that point.
She likes to have her back scratched right at the base of her tail and she'll sing little tribble songs for you. Well, until she gets tired of you doing it and then she'll attack. She likes to chase the monster under the covers. And I am fairly certain that she is the one who is hiding small piles of food under the blankets and pillows. I would like to think this is for me to eat in bed but I know it is more likely that she is still just a little feral and is afraid that if she doesn't stock pile food then she'll starve.
When she first showed up she still hadn't grown into her slightly ringed tail so I started calling her lemur butt. Her grandma thinks that her round little head and dark eyes make her look like a koala bear and she was also tagged with Koala-Kitty.
She sleep pressed up as close to my belly as she can get and she runs to the door and sings to me when I get home from work in the afternoons.
I think she knew exactly what she was doing and where she was going when she found her way to my patio. :-)
