It’s not often I receive an email containing the words “I want to eat your soul.”
Fortunately, this message was not from an online dating site; it was from Tabby’s Place alumna Chickadee.
Somewhere between the Superstorm, the great Twinkie debacle of 2012, and Thanksgiving, Chickadee and her human made time to write to Tabby’s Place. Feast your soul on the following:
“Chickadee is doing great and has totally adapted to her new home – although I think she’d done that after one week in. Never ever did I think a cat could be as precious and cuddly until I met her. When I walk in the door after work, Chickadee’s is the first face I see, greeting me in all her glory. Of course, I immediately smile. You could say that Chickadee is very much ‘in your face.’ Let me explain. Not in your face as in, ‘let’s go outside and throw down,’ but in your face as in, ‘I need to be 2” from your face a lot.’ The close up picture is Chickadee laying on my chest. I call it the ‘I want to eat your soul’ photo.
“The Catoberfest goodie bags each included a collar with a bell. That did not work out so well in terms of wearing it…but it made for great entertainment. I’d never put a collar on Mitch before, so when I got home from Catoberfest, I decided to try it out. He had no problem letting me put it on him. It wasn’t until he took a step…and heard the bell. I’m pretty sure he thought he was being attacked by aliens and couldn’t get away from this ‘jingle’ sound following him everywhere in his sprint around the house. Finally, he dove under the bed where he laid low until this horrific jingle was gone. Little did he know it was on his neck. I had to reach behind the headboard and under the bed til I could reach the clasp on it and free him from the collar. I never laughed so hard, and Chickadee watched him in all her delight. I promised him we would never do a collar again.
“Chickadee and Mitch get along much better now than they did at first. They both sleep in bed with me (and, yes, she still sleeps on my pillow on top of my head!). I occasionally see them touching nose to nose, but Chickadee then always hisses and walks away.
“She hasn’t mastered the ‘meow,’ so she just squeaks or makes pigeon sounds. It all makes her that much cuter, if that’s possible. As you can see, Chickadee is ever alert. She’s kept busy watching the hurricane from her kitty condo, and watching Redzone with me on Sundays on her plush blanket. She also helps me with the laundry…..or, she tries to tell me, ‘let’s play today and not clean.’ She loves her leopard cat bed, but pillows are her favorite. She is a complete joy.”
And so, ChickieMama, was this update. Thank you for loving our quirky, charming Chickadee so completely – right down to her beautiful soul.