As you’ve seen in Queen’s post, Wonder Kitty came to us after Queen’s wild week on the town. Ken was insistent that we were NOT keeping any of the kitten from the litter. There were only two; one was born in the litter box because Harry was so curious and wanted to help, but that just spooked Queen; and the other died within a day. This adorable little kitten was a gray tabby, just like her mom. And she had marking on her forehead that looked like a “W”. I decided to call her Wonder Kitty. When she climbed up on Ken’s shoulder while he was watching TV, he melted and said we could keep her. He did change her name, and I let him since he was letting me keep her, but I’ll keep using the original name here as her pseudonym.
Wonder Kitty is something else entirely. We’re pretty sure Queen messed it up when she taught Wonder Kitty to meow, because what comes out is this weird, deep, long sound that is only vaguely recognizable as a meow.
When she was old enough, we took her to get spayed. Afterward, when she was back at home, recovering (and still doped up apparently), she rediscovered the water bowl. It’s one that has the half-gallon bottle that you flip upside down like on an Alhambra filter. She’s always been a little odd when she drinks water – she rarely drinks like a normal animal, and instead prefers to paw at the water and lick it from her paw. Well, half-doped up and recovering from surgery… that’s when she discovered that if she pawed the water out of the bowl instead, air bubbles would appear and float to the top. So she spend the next 15-20 minutes just slapping the water out of the bowl. The entire half gallon. All over the kitchen floor.
Wonder Kitty loves to eat. We thought we had her eating a reasonable amount of food, but apparently we had miscalculated. So she started gaining weight. She still fluctuates a bit, but we’re working hard to get her to a healthier physique. At her heaviest, she was about 19 pounds.
Anytime I lay down on my stomach, Wonder Kitty will find me and lay on my back with her paws on either side of my head, nose pressed into the back of my ear, purring very loudly. It’s adorable and sweet. Until you want to get up, that is. If you try to move while she’s like that, she continues purring, but holds the sides of your neck in place with her claws. HER CLAWS. It might be the most adorable violent behavior I’ve ever witnessed… or been victim to.
Nonetheless, Wonder Kitty is part of the family. She’s here to stay. And it’s probably good we feel that way because we don’t particularly want to die.
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