Mary, queen of cats

the day-to-day of a grey, furry thing

The Return of the Stranger

buried in the ' , , , ' sandboxes by Nikki at 11h08 on Sunday, May 27, 2007

Since the Kitten (the new face in the neighbourhood) introduced itself to Mary and to us, I have noticed a change in her. She is no longer mommy’s girl, she is now daddy’s girl. Somehow I have fallen out of favour, and my husband is the flavour of the month. During the past week I played with her like I normally do and she actually growled at me – a sound that had both my husband and I quite surprised because we have never heard the sound before!
In the beginning when she came in to our lives, she wanted almost nothing to do with me. There was a clear bond between my fiancee and Mary and I was a third wheel. I worked VERY hard to build up a solid relationship with her, and in the process she became my baby girl.
I don’t know what I did to hack her off, but hopefully it won’t last long and things will return to normal.

Friday night saw the return of The Stranger (the Kitten). Our neighbours downstairs made a racket and I went down to check what they were up to. When I opened the door, lo and behold, Kitten was outside our front door. Mary, who was inside, came out to investigate with me, saw Kitten and did not react in the slightest. I went inside to get the camera and take photos of the interaction and sat outside with the two of them for a while. Kitten initially kept its distance, but it became braver and eventually sat with me at my open front door. Next thing, Kitten ran straight past me inside the flat (Mary had lost interest and returned inside). I immediately ran after it and took it outside again, but Kitten would have none of it. It was a hassle to get and keep it out. Mary took all of this pretty much in her stride.

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Kitten at the railings, and Mary taking it all in her stride (taken from Mary’s window)

Things calmed down, Kitten left and I went to bed. In the early hours of the morning, I woke up when I heard my husband say “the kitten is inside”. Kitten came in through Mary’s window and was sniffing around the flat. I immediately took it outside, but the moment I turned my back, it would come straight back in. Mary just sat and watched the whole spectacle – I would take it out, it would come straight back in. Eventually when I saw it come back through the window, I clapped my hands loudly to give it a fright, but unfortunately, Mary was the one who got the fright. So I had to calm Mary down while trying to keep the kitten out. Finally Kitten got the message and left. And back to bed I went.

I had just fallen asleep (Mary was sleeping on top of me), when I was woken up by a cold wet nose sniffing my face. Kitten was back inside and was wanting to come and snuggle. I would not have minded, had it not been for Mary. Our relationship is tenuous and I don’t want to do something that might alienate us further, such as giving Kitten permission to snuggle with us on the bed. Mary was again just watching, seemingly not worried at all. I picked kitten up, and gently moved Mary off me. This did not work at all. She gave a menacing hiss (something she has not done before either) and jumped off the bed and ran out.
Kitten and I started our whole song and dance all over again: in and out and in and out. In desperation to get the message across, I took a syringe full of water and squirted it every time it tried to get back in. It left and I have not seen it since (today is Sunday).

Saturday night was less eventful – we all settled down on the bed for some Stargate. Even Mary tried to get her spot on the bed when we got up to make something to eat.

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Settling in for Saturday night in front of the telley

Right now, she is lazing in the Sunday morning sun, quite relaxed and happy. I hope to keep it that way!

Captivated

buried in the ' , , , , ' sandboxes by Nikki at 21h11 on Thursday, May 24, 2007

Back in 2003 when we got Mary, I was so enamored by this breathtaking creature that just entered our lives. I thought she was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I knew exactly what a proud, new mother felt like and it was downright emotionally overwhelming. Mary might be a non-human animal, but that does not mean I have to love her less. I am sure that a non-human animal can bring as much joy as a human baby/child can (we don’t have any children) – it is just a different kind of joy. It is the same principle as loving your spouse/partner and loving your mother/father. You love them all equally, but the love you have for each is different. And so it is with the love I have for Mary.

I simply could not take my eyes off her (and after 4 years I still can’t) and wanted to show her off to the whole world. I cannot begin to tell you how many photos we have of Mary. COUNTLESS. Once, in one sitting, I took 66 photographs. The only reason I stopped was because the food in the oven was burning (I was so wrapped up in what I was doing, I forgot about early supper in the oven). Some of the photos came out beautifully and at that stage I wanted to have a site in her honour: The first supermodel cat in the world!

I am sharing a few of Mary’s best photos with you. Enjoy!

Please note: all images on this site are free for use ONLY if you are using them to a) promote animal welfare and b)NO PROFIT is made off these images.

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We Just Can’t Win

buried in the ' , , , , ' sandboxes by Nikki at 7h56 on Tuesday, May 22, 2007

We went to the vet yesterday to get Mary some more of her special food (that she dislikes to much). Whenever we are there, we always check for new stock in toys or treats. Mary pretty much has everything. Problem with her is that buying her anything new is always a touch and go situation. Sometimes she likes her toy/treats, at other times, she really could not be bothered. But nevertheless, we always try simply because we never know.

Yesterday we bought her a pet massager. Mary loves to be massaged and scratched, and this little hand held device vibrates as you massage her. It did not make much of a noise, so we thought it would be relatively safe (although my fiancee did suspect it MIGHT frighten her).

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Oh boy. She did NOT like it AT ALL. I tried it on her once as she was on my lap, she gave the thing one look (pupils dilated), JUMPED off my lap and refused to sit anywhere near us for the rest of the evening. We were VERY unpopular.

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One of these days I am going to have to make a plan to donate all her unwanted toys to those less fortunate.

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