Yes, you could now call us the “Cat Scratch Fever” family. We were so totally spoiled with Ollie Moe. He’s such a laid back, big, old fat cat who just quietly hangs out. Not getting into much – just occasionally shreds a roll of paper towels or cries to go out on the deck to harass the bugs. He pretty much follows Emily around and loves to curl up on the heating pad and watch TV with the rest of the family. Even when he was a kitten, he was never destructive or very mischievous. He even let Emily wrap him up in towels and carry him around like a little baby.
But Baby Cat, Tinkerbell is an entirely different story. She is a wild child – constant climbing, constant biting, and constant scratching. She hides under the furniture waiting for you to walk by so she can attack your toes and bite your feet. She jumps up on the bed waiting for you to walk by and then she leaps on to your clothes, clawing her way to your shoulder to sit and see what’s going on. At first we thought this to be so cute and sweet, but lately we’ve gone through more Neosporin (with pain control) than I care to admit. We have scratches up and down our legs, shoulders, and hands. And if you are wearing jewelry… well, just take a look at the scratches on Emily’s neck where she “played” with her necklace.
She pounces around more like a Tigger, than a little kitten. In fact, we are now calling her TiggerTink and are beginning to think that maybe she’s some sort of rare “attack cat” breed that we’ve never heard of. Either way, she’s become one of the family now. And I must say, both she and Ollie Moe have personalities that have some definite similarities to our “real” children. You figure it out!
