Saturday, October 23, 2010
Identity Crisis
Our new pet loves to play fetch morning, noon and night, chews on everything in sight (including us) and has serious separation anxiety when she's left alone for more than a few minutes (judging from the dumps she's taken in places that have no resemblance to her litter box). Sounds like we got a new puppy, right? Wrong! What we have is a cat who is suffering from a bad case of species-confusion. It's the damnedest thing. The goal was to get a female (which is why we didn't adopt my personal favorite, her brother Coop) because we wanted a calmer, more tranquil feline in the house. What we ended up with is a holy terror who thinks she's a friggin dog! Considering the fact that she loves to lick people and she never, ever meows, I fully expect that she'll be barking any day now.
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That, my friend, looks like a calico! We've got one, too. They are not like other cats. They have an attitude -- my friends at Young-Williams Animal Center call it "calitude!" Kind of like a Siamese cat's attitude. They know they are more beautiful than other cats. One thing I found out when we got ours as a three-month-old stray and took it to the vet: calicos are almost always female. The coloring is carried on the X chromosome. The vet acted like that was a widely known fact! But not by us!
Yes, it's a calico. I love the "calitude". So true!
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