This is the fifth in a series of seven about the kittenhood our black feline, Pearli.
Monster Cat and the Tatty Ear
You know the old story that while the cat’s away, the mice will play? Well, this is what happened, in a manner of speaking, when the Cat’s Mother was on a business trip.
She arrived home for The Husband to say, “Pearli is not very happy…”
No, she wasn’t. Muddied and curled into a tight ball (on the bed in the guest room, no less), she wasn’t speaking to anyone.
The Husband seemed to think that she had had an altercation with Monster Cat and had come off second best. Monster Cat had been around for months, nay, for about two years, actually, and had been terrorising not just Melon and Pearli, but also other usually fearless felines in our neighbourhood. The Husband had tried to catch him; other Cat’s Mothers in the area have also had to take steps to protect said formerly fearsome felines from the vagaries of Monster Cat.
Monster Cat is large and is a Siamese cross – his looks belie his nature: he is very cunning and very bold. He has found his way, through the cat flap and into The Sandbag House, more than once.
One such occasion had some unhappy consequences for both Monster Cat and The Husband, who ended up with a burst blood vessel in his eye, from having rather aggressively chased said cat out of the house – in the wee hours of the morning.
Monster Cat is quick; not to be caught on camera.
So, returning to the day in question, the Cat’s Mother cleaned up a very irritated Pearli who, after a long sleep, seemed not too the worse for wear.
Two days later, there was a repeat performance. The screeching and snarling could be heard from somewhere in the empty plot across the road.
Pearli hared home: she arrived covered in mud and, this time, faeces.
No, Pearli was definitely not going to inveigle the Cat’s Mother into allowing her to snuggle up in the guest room.
When the Cat’s Mother and The Husband cleaned her up – this time with, horror of horrors, water – she moaned and wailed.
“The Cat’s Mother is TOOOORTURING me!”
All clean, she recovered her “cattitude” and seemed fine, except for a poorly ear, which didn’t seem bad enough to warrant a visit to the vet.
Hmm, yes. Pearli should probably have seen the plastic surgeon. It’s healed, but the ear is now rather tatty! Or as some say, it defines who she is.