Princess

This girl is a cat of cats.

She is proud.

When she lived in Melbourne, and her owners brought a dog to the place, she went underground.

When there was bullying which spread to Catland, she went bush and stayed away from food and water in a dry violent cold autumn time. Back then, She who began this blog after all those events, found Princess, noticing the little comical white nose & gorgeous colours at the back of the house up lane while doing Bush Regeneration work.

That was when Her old world fell apart which is Some Story. It was at that time Princess came to stay with Her and was a comfort indeed as worlds became more isolated.

Somewhere there are photo's of Princess as a kitten. She's being cuddled by my niece, a kitten herself back then and now a young woman on the edge of a career and many possibilities.

The miouw of Princess is hoarse and coarse, and still she loves it when folks stop and talk to her.

My sister works with old folks and she says that Princess sounds like an old lady these days, but Princess doesn't care. Warmth and love and care and gentleness are all that she deserves and finds.

She sleeps in the bathroom, it's easier to clean and whenever anyone goes to the loo, that way she can creep upon a lap.

Princess Ariel still spends some time on the front verandah on sunny days and she goes to the front fence to speak to her many friends when they call her name.

Me, I'm trying to remember the Princess age, she must be close to twenty recently.

When these wintery days are too cold or too windy, our Princess will stay in our warm bathroom on her little electric blanket. It's true that she'll have a bit of a throwup sometimes and so fresh towels must be constantly supplied but who cares? This gal is a miracle of survival.

It's more difficult for her to clean herself, her tongue isn't so raspy as it was when she was a younger cat and so she has a special brush. Her bright fur is still glossy.

She definately needs her cuddles every day.

When she goes to the verandah in recent times, she understands at last that not all cats will attack her.

When she lived Up Bush, She was being attacked and His cat also attacked Princess. It was a place of dire luck

These days, Princess finds her spot on the Verandah. Stanley, Sylvio, Ballanchine, Grace and Tabs all establish their own individual spots on our wide verandah and none of them attack her, our Princess, our old one. Some times Princess will hiss at them and say a bad word or so and the younger cats will retreat a little. They know she won't attack them.

We have a peaceful home.

However the cold can get to the old bones and the wind is sometimes uncomfortable and sometimes Princess stays inside and lets She change the towels and the poo box and then she scratches on her branch brought inside and yawns a bit, & she rests her old bones and dreams dreams which cause her to purr.

So many people love this old cat.