Savannah, Your Typical Cat

You will note in my personal summary that I am the owner/slave to two very non talented cats.  And that is what they are - just cats.  Neither will ever aspire to the lofty heights of feline divinity that Tessie aquired.

A year and a half ago, we decided to get another cat to keep Whittaker company.  Whittaker is our thirteen year old neutered male.

We went to the pet shop, but they had no kittens.  However there was an ad on the bulletin board for free kittens - my kind of price.  So we took down the number and called when we got home.  The house was just a few miles away, so we immediately set off.

Well, they certainly had cats and kittens.  It was a pleasant fall day, and there were cats of all colours, sizes etc roaming around the porch.  The litter advertised was no less than six: four blacks and two tabbies.  Now we are a tabby cat family - nothing else will do.  If you are a cat person, you probably have your own specific traits too!

The runt of the litter definitely caught our attention.  First of all she was the required tabby, and she came bouncing over to see us.  Her pretty little tabby sister, was very elusive, not a trait we were looking for.

So home we came with Savannah.  The first order of the day was to get her properly photographed in her petite condition.  My wife and daughters seemed to feel a teacup was the proper receptacle, to get a sense of proportions.

Whittaker was considerably less than impressed.  Here he was preparing to live out his golden years in peace and tranquility (that translates into 23 hours per day on our bed, the other hour  devoted to eating, toiletries, and fastidious personal grooming).  However this dream was shattered with the bouncing, biting lump of cat aggression that we launched on the poor unsuspecting boy.

He has adjusted reasonably well, and she does try her best to keep him young.

Unfortunately, Savannah's early affectionate phase was somewhat short-lived.  She has become  very independent and pretty much aloof - typical cat natured, I suppose.  She is very friendly and affectionate if her food dish is empty, but as soon as the bowl is full, we humans quickly lose our appeal.  I guess it is a typical case of cupboard love - just so different from our sainted Tessie.

And that is about all I have to say for today.

Musings and meanderings from the Musical Gardener.