Little Styx

Styx: If you have read my story so far, you know that around Thanksgiving, some anonymous bad people (ABP) dropped me off at a dairy farm. I did get some sympathy because I was so small and had just had kittens. But if I was going to stay on the farm, I was going to have to become a farm cat, and it was obvious that I'd enjoyed being a house cat, probably until I had kittens and the ABPs decided I wasn't "cute" anymore.

Here's a picture of me from Thanksgiving:

I am small now, only 7 pounds and very trim, but as you can see, I still had a bit of that kitten-shape to my head back in November.

It was a cold November, and I was quite happy and warm sitting on Kokomo the dog's little house. He was featured on this blog before back in 2008, when he was quite young himself. "Young and bad," Ms. C tells me. I don't see why he is so bad, we got along just fine.

I am much happier in my new home where I get all of the personalized attention I need and I never have to go out in the cold. In fact, I never want to go outside at all, not even to look for boy-cats. Everyone else here is really looking forward to next Tuesday when I go to get "fixed." It must be something really good, like being knighted by the Queen or having a tuna fish party. Right?!

Active!

Ms. C: Do you know how difficult it is to get a picture of a cat that is constantly on the move? These days, it's practically impossible to get a picture of ANY of them. With Styx in heat, they are all on the move. Here is a rare one of Styx:

She does not act like a statue at all

Styx: Mrrrr? mmmrrrrr? (various sounds like a creaky door, and does "the pose" for Stygia)

Stygia: (hisses, sounds a bit like someone blowing her nose)

Stygia hides behind Ms. C's screen

The only way I got this picture of Stygia is because I took about 15 pictures. 

Even though it's not a clear photo, here is what Abby is doing while Styx is trying to appeal to Stygia as if she/it is a tom:

Yawning on the Laundry

Yes, it's going to be another active day in our household. We are now on day 4 of Styx's heat. Hopefully only another 4-6 days to go.

Disturbance in the Force

Stygia (Worm): There is a disturbance in the force. I mean, there is something really quite wrong in our home. It smells weird. I try to rest, but it is difficult.

My rest is constantly disrupted. There is a howling, a yowling, a crying and a-begging. I think it is all because of THIS creature:

The Creature Known As Styx

Yes. It is the one they call Styx. It's not that she is from the dark side or anything like that. But she certainly seems possessed. I have suggested an exorcism. Ms. C told me that a spaying is about the same thing.

I just want to rest. For once, Abby and I agree on something, although Abby does not seem to be quite as disturbed as I am. Our Mum, Ms. C, had a nice long nap today and Abby always thinks that's fantastic. Nothing will stop her snoozing if Ms. C is doing the same. But I am different. I need peace.

Good Work!

Stygia (Worm): I didn't do this, although if I did, I would be very proud of my work:

I was a prime suspect, because I am known as a biter of things, but to be honest, I most often prefer biting fabrics. Chewing the handles off of Ms. C's re-usable grocery bags is a favorite pastime for me. Don't tell her I said that.

I think Styx did this. She is the most active cat right now. Poor Abby is letting off her "barn cat" fear smell because Styx is in heat. I try my best to ignore Styx. Those tabbies are something else.

Oh, I know you want to see a picture of me, so here it is:

All Night Long.... Alll Night...

Ms. C: A couple of days ago, I had the distinct feeling that Styx was going through a change of attitude. Being so comfy and safe-feeling in her home, well-fed and loved, it was bound to happen. Yes, she is in full-blown estrus.

I think I know what inspired Lionel Ritchie's song "All Night Long." Probably his cat.

Styx: Rrrrrow? Rrrrrrrooow? Oooohhhhh.....! Wooahooh. Roww. Oooh.
          Rrrrrow? Rrrrrrrooow?  Wooahooh. Roww. Oooh. Oooohhhhh.....!
          Oooh. Rrrrrow? Rrrrrrrooow? Oooohhhhh.....! Wooahooh. Roww.

We're both tired!

Ms. C: I stayed up for quite awhile brushing her, playing with her string toy with her, keeping her distracted. Though she loves catnip, it didn't seem to help. Her spaying is scheduled for the 22nd of the month. YAY! I predict we will all be very tired by then. She is really a super, friendly little girl. 

What things have you done when your little kitties experience this to help comfort them?

Greeting each other nose-to-nose

           

The Spaying of Styx

Styx: Most of you know my story. I was dumped at a farm, and I really campaigned hard to find a family -- and I did!

When those anonymous bad people dropped me off at the farm around Thanksgiving (what a holiday for me), I'd just had kittens. I don't even know what happened to them, I am sad to say.

My Mum says it is time for me to be spayed. She put a ChipIn widgit on right side of the blog, and I would be ever so pleased if you would like to help. Ms. C says I won't like being spayed, but that I will be much happier afterwards. Thank you, if you can!

I am having such a wonderful time in my new home!

Introducing Styx!

Abby Normal: On Christmas day, something extraordinary happened. When Ms. C and Mr. R returned from visiting family, someone else came with them. Someone with four legs. Someone with fur. Someone who meowed and smelled funny!

We could not believe it. Even though she weighs a lot less than we do, we were a little bit scared! Her name is Styx. Ms. C took her to the vet this week (ha ha!!).

Styx: Hello! I am Styx. I am a tabby, although I have a classic silver pattern, unlike Abby, who has a dark brown mackerel print. Suits her since she is such a fish lover, though I don't mind a nice piece of tuna, myself. Here I am at the vet before I knew what they were going to do. Trying to take my temperature? NO WAY. I made sure I let them know how much I did not appreciate being vaccinated.

(at the vet)

Styx: Screeeeech!! Raaaawwwaarrr! SCREEEEEEEEECH! (kicking)

Ms. C: She's afraid!

The vet: (chuckling) Oh, no, she's not afraid. She's mad. 

The vet is right! I am not afraid of anything. I lived for a month on a farm after some people just left me there, and I held my own with every farm cat. I brought the people voles. And I conquered the hearts of Ms. C and Mr. R (but I have my heart set on Mr. R....) because I am a very determined cat. Nothing will stop me from getting the love and warmth I want.

The first thing I did when I arrived in my new home (let me emphasize that it's mine) was to use the litterbox. YEAH! I have my own box! And I can sleep anywhere I want. If there is another cat there, well, if I want that spot, it's mine. I may only be 7 pounds and a year old, but they know that I am top cat.