Monday, December 16th, 2013
Belladonna is my third-ever cat (Pod‘s the fourth), and she’s been with me for over a decade now. She’s moved smoothly into her grumpy old lady stage, and wears it well. Her coloring is called “diluted tortoiseshell,” which is like the tortoiseshell calico but with the copier toner wearing out, so she’s grey, peach, and cream instead of black, orange, and white.
I met her at one of those PetSmart kitten days, when she shamelessly fell asleep while I was holding her, and that was pretty much it. She had to go back to the vet to get fixed, and then she was mine! She’s never gotten cuddly with other cats — I think her happiest time was the brief few years she was queen of the castle and living alone with me in this apartment — but having Pod to chase has helped keep her fit.
She broke a tooth a few years ago, and so she’s got a whole range of disdainful faces she can make at him. And me. It’s kind of awesome. She also glares balefully at me whenever she’s being petted and purring, especially when she’s spent the past five minutes pestering me until I stop typing to pet her. Because cat.
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