The Blue Kitty

She was there before the house was built.  She was there when the house was built.  She was there before we moved in.  She was there at the main entrance to the house when we moved in!  Yes, right smack in front of the entrance.  She did not run away but looked at us and give us a pitiful meow as if telling us, “You may stay and live with me”.  With that she ran off.

By now you know who I was referring to.  It’s a bluish grey neighbourhood kitten.  As we settled in the house, she was always around, giving us a meow as if asking if we find her domain accommodating.  Soon we fed her and she began to come into the house as well.  We do not know if she has another person to scrounge off since she seems to a master of herself.  Finally she decided that it will be us that she shall choose to live with.

We do not know what to call her.  Our next door neighbour told us they call her “Squeak” because her meowing sounded like a squeak.  However we did not like the name.  We were not sure if she is a Russian Blue.   She looks like one.  So we called her the “Blue Kitty”.  Later from the internet, she is a Korat a very similar looking one but her eyes are not orange.  We really did not care if she is a Russian Blue or a Korat but her name stuck.  She would be indignant if you just call her “Blue”.

She is standoffish, aloof and regal.  She does not come to you when you call her.  She simply stares and looks at you as if you are an idiot.  However when the sound of the can is opened even though she is far away outside of the house, she will come pounding in!  She has an amazing sense of hearing.  She is the queen of the jungle backyard we have.  You see I like to have a tropical garden with over twenty different species of bamboo and broad leaf plants.  She rules with iron fangs.

One morning upon, opening the door, one of us screamed!  She brought a gift for us to show us that we are welcomed – mind you, just a bloody head of a half eaten mouse.  Of course she was indignant.  “What’s the matter with your? Don’t you like my gift?”  From that time onwards, she no longer shares her dainty morsels with us unappreciative blokes!  Such royal temper.  For one thing, she does keep the rodent population down.

We loved her even though she is finicky and only comes to you she has the time and your attention is wanted.  However one of us even spoils her by buying a blanket with cat paw pattern for her to sleep in his bed in the cold nights.  Of course guess who has to let her out of the house when she feels that she needs to go out to survey her kingdom at 3am!  Yes, moi!  Why we tolerate her nonsense is beyond our feeble minds!

This is the Blue Kitty for you.  I shall talk more of her when the arrival of the Tuxedo into our lives.