A wild cat.

So, I’ll just cut to the chase here.

We got a kitten.

Well, husband got a kitten.

Yeah, I know. I thought he lost his damn mind too when he presented me with the idea last week. I asked him how many figures I was holding up, what day it was and if John Wayne was still alive.

But if I thought he had suffered a severe head injury then, I picked up the phone to dial 911 when he told me he was going to town that evening to pick her up.

“Oh, and by the way, my dear, sweet, understanding, animal loving wife. This is no no ordinary cat,” Husband nonchalantly declared as he reached in the fridge for a beer.

Surprise! But not really. If I thought for a second that the man I married, the man who hunts deer with a Robin Hood bow,

deconstructs houses only to build them up again, makes knives out of antlers and steel files, mixes his own dough for the noodles in his noodle soup and, and catches fish with his bare hands

was about to bring home a straight-up calico or one of those felines that looks like he’s wearing a tuxedo, I might as well forget Christmas.

Not a chance. My mountain man cowboy of a husband was set on a cat with wild blood. And he was bringing her here.  To our new house, the one with new carpet and hardwood floors.

And he was serious.

As he explained the animal to me…half bob cat, half mountain lion, half leopard, half liger…wait…

Image from ligers.org. Yeah, there’s a ligers.org. Napoleon Dynamite anyone? Anyone?

I flashed to visions of a wild cat the size of the 105 pound lab dangling from my recently purchased curtains, making a snack out of the insides of my leather couch, swinging from the fancy chandelier and licking her lips as while sneaking up on the pug…

I was not sold.

But it was happening.

See, that’s the thing about this relationship I’m in. There are times we talk things over, like what we should have for supper or what color to paint the walls, and then there are times we make decisions for ourselves.

The pug was one of my rogue decisions, and, well, look how that turned out…

So what could I say about a cat who, according to my recently insane husband, is sure to be the best mouser in the county?

A cat who I learned after I snapped out of my furniture nightmare, happens to be part bangle and part Pixie Bob?

I don’t know.

And I don’t know what that means really,  except that here she is, all 12 oz of her.

In my new house.

With her giant ears, weird back legs and missing tail.

Here she is with her soft spotty belly, her wild, curious eyes, and unhealthy interest in the pug’s curly tail.

Here she is attacking my shoelaces with a passion I’ve never seen in something so small, spinning out as she takes the corner in the kitchen at fifty-miles-per hour and following husband around like he’s her mother.

Here she is before she took a flying leap toward my face.

And here she is snuggled down in the blankets after she, indeed, used her razor sharp claws to climb my leather couch.

I am apprehensive, but then, I’ve never had a cat figure out the litter box situation so quickly.

I’m not sold, but I like the way she sits on my shoulder as I work.

It will take some time, but look at how cute she is laying in that sunbeam.

I’m not sure, but…wait… how the hell?


…I think I might have accidentally locked her in the pantry…

Ahhh, shit.

We have a cat.

20 thoughts on “A wild cat.

  1. Oh, she is truly adorable. You must be an animal lover, you posted LOTS of pictures of her! What is her name? My kids would love to have a cat, but my husband is allergic to them–and mean to them too. I would never put a cat through the mental stress of living with my husband. So we have dogs, and we love them. Congratulations on your new family member!

      • That’s so sad to hear. But a mouse solution is always good. And a cat in residence cuts down on creapy crawly visitors as well. Not to mention all the possible photo opportunities a lively kitten provides. If there weren’t, there wouldn’t be a massive kitten meme phenomena on the internet.

  2. Yep, that’s a Bengal alright. Looks just like ours when he was a kitten and he’s 4 now and the spots are darker. They’re insanely feisty and almost vicious when they’re 0-4 but apparently the mellow out a bit after that. They’re not just good at catching mice, they bring them to you whole and put them on your feet !! They can also catch bats out of the air…it’s pretty awesome

  3. She reminds me of Ms. Minnie….all big green eyes and stripes…yep she had me from the word go…but like you I was not looking for a kitty. Well all I can tell ya is that Minnie showed up in 1995 at four weeks….and this year she will be 18 years old and has lived with us in the house since 1995. She is my heart! Just go with her….I was not planning on Minnie at all but….she showed up and I could see she needed more care and help…so yah…I wanted to help her…and this little stinker will bless ya for sure….just go with her…she is very cute:)

  4. I love my kitties. I can’t hardly imagine life without them. They are part of my family. I love how you are documenting her life with you. She’s a rascal and a sweety all rolled into one!

  5. your pixie bob is adorable! can i use one of your photos on my fan page? i promise to link back to your blog. my readers would love to see your cutie pie!

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