as one might see from the photograph, agatha is a little on the rotund side, slightly bottom heavy. this is due to being "done" where she went from being petite and lightweight to a raccoon-bottomed lump almost overnight, and also her loathing of anything exercise-related.
she was rescued at 2 weeks old, without mum or siblings, a true street cat, and she came to me aged around 6 weeks. another cat in the household graciously put aside any machismo he had in order to teach her how to bathe herself and hunt etc. all went well -- over time she stopped hiding everytime she heard herself breathe, and she even became accepting of being looked at. sort of.
one thing she never developed was the ability to meow. she would open her mouth as wide as possible and omit silent meows. hilarious. in times of extreme pissiness she would occasionally let out a squeak, but that was all. we came to love her muteness and manic mouth movements -- and with several other felines in the household, it was actually quite a relief. the only sounds that were recognisably hers were the loud thuds as she stepped down from something.
this past week, in an effort to rid her of some of her extra poundage, and introduce to her life the other side of the windows, we took advantage of the recent good weather to dump her outside in the garden. she was placed on the stairs, with the kitchen door out of her direct sight. within 2 seconds she started meowing... proper meowing, like a proper cat.
i know this is utterly irrelevant and on a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being akin to suicidal boredom, this would rate at 9.95, but it was pretty bloody amazing to moi.
little fatty speaks!
she speaks!
as one might see from the photograph, agatha is a little on the rotund side, slightly bottom heavy. this is due to being "done" where she went from being petite and lightweight to a raccoon-bottomed lump almost overnight, and also her loathing of anything exercise-related.
she was rescued at 2 weeks old, without mum or siblings, a true street cat, and she came to me aged around 6 weeks. another cat in the household graciously put aside any machismo he had in order to teach her how to bathe herself and hunt etc. all went well -- over time she stopped hiding everytime she heard herself breathe, and she even became accepting of being looked at. sort of.
one thing she never developed was the ability to meow. she would open her mouth as wide as possible and omit silent meows. hilarious. in times of extreme pissiness she would occasionally let out a squeak, but that was all. we came to love her muteness and manic mouth movements -- and with several other felines in the household, it was actually quite a relief. the only sounds that were recognisably hers were the loud thuds as she stepped down from something.
this past week, in an effort to rid her of some of her extra poundage, and introduce to her life the other side of the windows, we took advantage of the recent good weather to dump her outside in the garden. she was placed on the stairs, with the kitchen door out of her direct sight. within 2 seconds she started meowing... proper meowing, like a proper cat.
i know this is utterly irrelevant and on a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being akin to suicidal boredom, this would rate at 9.95, but it was pretty bloody amazing to moi.
little fatty speaks!
