Here are photos of my cat, Sita. She is 13 years old now and in excellent health. My daughter adopted her when she was an infant kitty. She was very happy living with us in a small apartment that had an enclosed courtyard around it. We would let her out to play in the courtyard where she would occasionally capture a lizard that was one of her favorite tasty morsels. If we ever happened to glance out there and see her with the tell-tale “grimace” that alerted us to the fact that she had captured one in her mouth, we would run out there and make her let it go. She hated that and would run from us. We couldn’t bear the fact that she was killing the lizards–she could care less. After all she’s a cat–what were we thinking?!
My daughter made the huge mistake of thinking Sita needed a playmate and adopted a male kitten she named Rumi, after the Sufi poet. Sita thought this was a horrible idea and never would warm up to her new “brother”. It was a disaster. Sita had to deal with him in “her space” for several years before my daughter moved away and decided that to take two cats who hated each other would not be the greatest idea. So we gladly took her in and she has been happily living with Tom and me for several years now. She is so much happier being an “only kitty”!
She’s very affectionate and loves to get into my lap for a snooze or a cuddle. Her “Dad” gives her a good brushing everyday which she loves. And will wait patiently for him outside his bathroom door to finish with his shower in the mornings for him to administer the anticipated brushing.
She has a little stool that she gets on throughout the day and night to check out the front of the house. Usually that’s where she’ll spot an intruding cat and if they approach too closely to her window seat–all hell will break loose with full-fledged puffed up, bristled fur, accompanied by loud caterwauling! Thank you, Sita, for alarming the household of the danger lurking outside!
She has a “paper patch” and a catnip patch that she loves to roll around in and play. The paper patch consists of discarded, multi-colored tissue paper (the kind that comes in a gift package). She loves to lie in it and pretend there are “things” hiding within its “crinkly” crevices and attack them. She is very good at “disemboweling” these imagined tissue critters. Her catnip patch is right next to her paper patch. This is where she will receive her pinch of “nip” and scratch at it vigorously before flipping on her back while she then lazily lolls in her “purple haze” of bliss.



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