Pixies are real. Cats’ ears are proof. I know you’re thinking, “Wait…wh..what?” Rest assured, it is true. You and I and everybody’s 3rd cousins once removed have passed pixie hollows everywhere and all over the place. Personally, I’ve spotted them in New England, Hawaii, Italy (So many in Boboli Gardens!), and at the deepest depths of the Grand Canyon (from a safe spot wedged in the branches of a tree near the rim). Oh, and you would not believe how many are in the bayous of southeast Texas and Louisiana!
In case you can’t imagine pixie hollows, they are dark, lushly green, densely foliaged depressions nestled in or near forests, rivers, streams, ponds, highway cloverleafs, and pretty much anywhere pixies might deem suitable for daytime sleeping, nighttime partying, and anytime nibbling upon the ears of unwitting cats.
Yes. Cats. Ears. Nibbled.
Pixies, like all individuals of exceptional intelligence and taste, absolutely adore cats. Their questionable expressions of affection include kisses (Magically restorative!) and ear nibbles (Hmmmm). Surely, upon occasion, you’ve met persons bearing the marks of pixie nibbles on their ears. Well, upon the cats of Tabby’s Place, such things are commonplace. No comments about TNR and snipped ears, please. Kindly, do not mention fleas and other little “known” problems. Photographic evidence (and maybe a soupçon of imagination) is all the needed proof. In fact (Yes, fact!), the only reason any Tabby’s Place cats might lack such signs of fey affection is because they have never lived where any pixies could get to them.
Being always on the lookout for signs of pixies, it was with Deku in baby mode in my arms in the lobby that I realized how prevalent they truly are. Check out his right ear! Thus began one of the most fun scavenger hunts since the invention of scavenger hunts. Far better than geocaching (Is that still a thing?), hunting for pixie bites on cats ears is restorative and rejuvenating for all participants.
Ruchi, for instance, is a lobby resident, who has been delicately nibbled on the back of his right ear. Notice the slightly bald patch? Plus, look closely at his left ear. The pixies must have found Ruchi as wonderfully sweet as his human admirers do. There is no cat hungrier for fish mush or for a waltz. The pixies are sad that he no longer dances around the hollow with them. They don’t understand that Ruchi has advanced needs and is much better off with us at Tabby’s Place.
But, what about Vincent? Denied! The pixies were interrupted in demonstrating their love of this mushy, floofy lap cat. Because of his FeLV+ status, Vincent now has the joy of sharing a Quinn’s Corner suite with a crew of high-energy young cats, including Mango and Jalapeño, who wouldn’t know a pixie if it bit them. But, Vincent knows. His left ear is proof. Just try explaining it to Leonardo Di Catrio or Regina George.
Beyond explanation, though, is Faith. For her part, Faith is rather difficult to photograph. This created all sorts of delightful photo scavenging challenges. Getting focus on her gently nibbled left ear was almost impossible because Faith doesn’t stop moving. Faith’s energetic motion comes from the pure joy of being alive and having a visitor. Blindness does nothing to dampen her excitement at greeting any and every friend. She rolls and frolicks and dances and confounds cameras, defying focus and eliciting many, many giggles.
Now, there are many more examples of pixie-nibbled ears all over the ark that Jonathan built. But, it is Chester whose wholly honeyed self was most irresistible to the pixies. Humans “explain” that he has some autoimmune issue that causes extreme skin challenges. Humans are so silly. Chester was simply the most deliciously darling and molassesly sweet temptation the pixies have ever met in all of pixie-time across all of pixie-dom.
Even super active Faith slows down to show Chester massive amounts of affection. We all do, under all of the circumstances.
Pictures of Chester might be alarming to some. That’s only because they can’t believe just how very many pixies and how very much adoration it would take to make Chester’s skin require medical attention (I know, autoimmune blah blah blah. Overboard pixie nibbles can require medical attention too.). It is very important to note, that Chester looks uncommonly like a pixie himself. This was achieved by design and mindful intent.
Thus it is, here at Tabby’s Place. In a sanctuary for cats who came from all kinds of situations, the evidence abounds.
Cats are proof positive that pixies are real. Come see for yourself…but…um…maybe cover your ears.