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Cats and Their Secret Identities
May. 13th, 2009 01:37 amSmudge/Belladonna is a JAP. With the emphasis on the P for Princess. Smudge treats the other cats as her servants, but mostly gets the relationship right. Shadow worships her, and Dougal treats her as a 12thC knight would his Lady. Name me the dragon and I shall quell it.
Shadow is a seal. She has the irrepressible sense of fun and play, and the coarse, greasy fur of the 100th generation alley-cat. She will eat anything, even unto the food from her brother's mouth, except that she stopped doing this recently after his heroic actions in her defence. She seems to think that Smudge is clearly her mother (both are 99% pure black cats) who is still regrettably in denial but this will pass. Snuggly, affectionate and obsessed with water: yep. Seal it is.
Dougal is a Wookiee. Part-Persian with Big Hair all over, he is loyal, faithful, loving, and has a very short way with those who attempt bullying of his girl-cats. Aged 7 months he is already the biggest cat in the neighbourhood, but has absolutely no interest in swaggering around being Top Cat. As far as he is concerned his territory begins and ends with the house and its immediate environs. Visiting tom-cats may drink from our fountain, but he watches them carefully to make sure no improprieties are attempted. Once when a visitor had his little sister say something unpardonably rude to him, he merely sat and watched while the visitor lightly cuffed Ms S over the cheek. Yeah, sister, you had that coming seemed to be the verdict. When Jasper wantonly attacked Shadow in the street and she cried for help, however, he erupted out of the house at a million miles an hour, jumped straight onto J's shoulders and pinned him to the footpath for a long, dragging minute. Eyeball to eyeball, the silent conversation seemed to be: if you ever do that again I shall rip your fscking head off. Have you got that? No, I am not interested in discussing this. In a little while I shall let you go and you won't be coming back.
The only non-Wookiee thing about him is that he seldom speaks. He does not growl, he does not hiss, he does not scream (except with Chinese ladies) and he does not talk. His only verbal communication consists of purrrr purrr purrr I love my people and I love my life! Which he does many times a day and tells us all about it. But to predatory males he is silent death on four massive paws, and it must be a truly terrifying prospect for them.
What a good boy he is.
Shadow is a seal. She has the irrepressible sense of fun and play, and the coarse, greasy fur of the 100th generation alley-cat. She will eat anything, even unto the food from her brother's mouth, except that she stopped doing this recently after his heroic actions in her defence. She seems to think that Smudge is clearly her mother (both are 99% pure black cats) who is still regrettably in denial but this will pass. Snuggly, affectionate and obsessed with water: yep. Seal it is.
Dougal is a Wookiee. Part-Persian with Big Hair all over, he is loyal, faithful, loving, and has a very short way with those who attempt bullying of his girl-cats. Aged 7 months he is already the biggest cat in the neighbourhood, but has absolutely no interest in swaggering around being Top Cat. As far as he is concerned his territory begins and ends with the house and its immediate environs. Visiting tom-cats may drink from our fountain, but he watches them carefully to make sure no improprieties are attempted. Once when a visitor had his little sister say something unpardonably rude to him, he merely sat and watched while the visitor lightly cuffed Ms S over the cheek. Yeah, sister, you had that coming seemed to be the verdict. When Jasper wantonly attacked Shadow in the street and she cried for help, however, he erupted out of the house at a million miles an hour, jumped straight onto J's shoulders and pinned him to the footpath for a long, dragging minute. Eyeball to eyeball, the silent conversation seemed to be: if you ever do that again I shall rip your fscking head off. Have you got that? No, I am not interested in discussing this. In a little while I shall let you go and you won't be coming back.
The only non-Wookiee thing about him is that he seldom speaks. He does not growl, he does not hiss, he does not scream (except with Chinese ladies) and he does not talk. His only verbal communication consists of purrrr purrr purrr I love my people and I love my life! Which he does many times a day and tells us all about it. But to predatory males he is silent death on four massive paws, and it must be a truly terrifying prospect for them.
What a good boy he is.
