Fiber Follies

Is here.

I spotted her online, while idly looking round the Maine Coon cattery web-sites. Well. I saw this lovely, and read about her endearing personality. She was described as a Silver Patched Tabby. Beautiful, but certainly not the Red Tabby MC I’ve wanted forever. The best thing is that she’s an adult, three years old. She has a gum problem that occurs in MCs so was retired from breeding, as it’s easy to pass on. I thought I could deal with that. I planned to, anyway. Whatever it takes to make a kitty happy and healthy is what I am here to do. On a whim (and with Precious Child and Bob playing the parts of the very able enablers that they are), I emailed the cattery. Over the next several days I learned a bit more about her and grew more determined to meet this darling. I hoped she’d like me-I’d not bring her home if she showed any uneasiness about me.

I loved the cattery. So did Precious Child. The cats were, of course, all over Precious. She’s a cat-magnet. I was afraid I’d have to grip her heels and dump kittens from her pockets before leaving. Fortunately Precious is highly conscious of her husband’s asthma so didn’t try to bring home a cat or six of her own. Although they were mighty appealing!

Splash was friendly and inquisitive and just plain dear, so I brought her home. It’s almost 7 hours from the cattery to here-we stopped frequently but she was still mighty unhappy. She was as polite about it all as she could be. Once here, she hid for a bit then couldn’t resist exploring the office. She’s only been here a few days and I feel like she’s been part of my life for a while. I’ve given her a bath already, which was an interesting deal but she did better through it than I did. I was so afraid of hurting her but she’s quite good about bathing and grooming. She loves to be combed and brushed so we’ve had a few sessions each day.

Although I will always sorely miss my Risky, I do feel that this new little girl has created a brand new, huge place in my heart. I’m terrified that perhaps I’m not good enough to have such a cat-or any cats, for that matter. Not after losing my beloved Risky cat. I wonder if I’ll ever feel capable of owning cats again. But the survivors are still here, still healthy, still loving. And now I have Splash.

Oh, yes.  Her name.  She was found splatting water from the bowl with her forepaws.  Apparently she’s happiest when the water is moving.  She’s done it here too.  Messy and adorable.  That was the main reason I felt I had to meet her.  I am told that she would also sit in a big Rubbermaid tub of water, and once was found cheerfully stretched out in it.  My kinda gal.  A water baby.

She’s such a sweet girl. She’s gorgeous. She’s fun. She’s my first ever pedigreed cat. Well. That pedigree doesn’t make her any less cat-like nor more aristocratic than my other cats. She’s 100% pure loving, lovable cat. And I adore her.

Welcome, Splash!