Beloved & I have had a cat all our married life, not the same one as that would be some feat has we have been married for over 30 yrs, all have been individual, I thought we had cornered the unique character market with our last cat, a stray which took Beloved 3 months to capture … it had been living under a burger van, we finally got it home and gave it the name of Ellie, only to discover on a well being check at the vets that she was actually a boy hence we had him “done” so we has a male neutered cat with a girls name. At the age of 18 he passed thus new cat came to live with us
In the beginning she had a little problem with over grooming, with love & time she is slowly giving the habit up, then she fell out of a tree, unsure if she had broken her leg back to the vets we went, which resulted in sedation and more love and devotion, thank goodness it was merely a bad sprain. One thing is really puzzling me though, even though the back door is wide open & she wanders in and out at will she ALWAYS has to come in from outside to use her litter tray.
She isn’t a lap cat by any means she will only have a cuddle on her terms and who can blame her…. like a petulant teenager she takes to her bed at the drop of a hat
And you wonder why we call her “Neurotic Cat”