Friday, May 7, 2010

Wicked Pussycat

Wick-ed (adjective) Puss-y-cat (noun) -

1. track from I Luciferi, performed by Danzig
2. the furry beast that free-roams my house

Misty Mae (yes, named after the beach volleyball player) Harold-Jenkins Breckenridge-Frogner, is MY cat or is at least when she does something my husband doesn't like. It's the same husband who said he was allergic to cats but was later found canoodling with her in the bedroom moments after he bought her.

I thought Misty Mae sounded like a magnificent name for a porn star, a volleyball player and a cat. As luck would have it, her name was already Misty when we adopted her.
It was shortly after adopting her we knew we were in for it because she was a 'special' kinda kitty. Now that the child is here, Misty has been sent to the back burner, so I'd like to showcase some of the various places she enjoys being. Besides being in bed, Misty loves to be near the dogs. I'm not sure that they really love to be near her, especially after being randomly attacked from behind, which this picture clearly doesn't show.
If there is a sink, a bathtub, or even just water...she's there. Every morning when I take a shower she is right there, usually on the corner of the sink. Sitting, waiting patiently for me to get done so I can pet her. She sits there while I do my hair (she's not scared of the hair dryer anymore) and while I get dressed. She knows when I am done and then she goes to her sitting spot to say goodbye.
This is where she sits every morning as we pack up our stuff to leave for the day. This is also the spot where she sits when we cook dinner...or when we throw her off the counter, so goes and pouts here. A little ledge between the kitchen and the dining room.
If you are fortunate enough to have a 'special' kitty, you know that boxes, bags, and well whatever else they can get into, are favorite toys and hiding places. I think Misty is especially fond of bags, even when we instigate it. I can't even remember what this was from, but we called it her city because it looked like little buildings.
I didn't think there was anyway she was going to fit in there but I was proven wrong. Plastic shopping bags may be a hazard to pets as well as small children.
We dumped the Legos out of the bag for Von and she moved in.
This is my favorite. This was at our old house in Spokane and someone put her in the bag and hung her up. My mom, sister, and I were just talking about when I was little we always had cats and I used to bring them to my mom in pillow cases and tell her I got her a present. They would tear outta that thing and hide. It's still funny.
If you can't find her, always look in a cupboard. This was her spot at our old house.
She now enjoys scratching the outside, more than hiding inside. I still haven't figured out how she can walk around the rim of the basket without falling in. Little feet I guess.
She is always knocking stuff off ledges and messing stuff up in cupboards. It's like having another child.
Misty has fine tuned the art of posing. She has gotten pretty good at it and isn't camera shy at all. Crazy, wicked, pussycat queen.
Helping pack for a trip. She was in the garage the other day and the car windows were open. Joel came to pick me up and she was asleep in the back, so when he started the car, there she was. He just kept driving. That will teach her to ever want to go on vacation with us again.
In our old house where we could have a set table and the only thing you had to worry about is blowing the cat hair off. Now you have to blow off cat hair, foot pieces and whatever else got left on there.
We love her so much we packaged her.
She was helping me decide which bib would look the best on Von.
The stand off. Nothing really phases her.
At the end of the day, we love our 'special' kitty very much. She has used a few lives already so I hope she has learned her lesson. Don't go up to old cranky women because they take you to the pound for chasing birds in their yard and not all dogs are nice like ours. She will just have to be content on slutting it up for her dad in front of the computer...
...and cuddling with mom in bed.
Misty Mae Herold Jenkins Breckenridge Frogner...our little wonderland hedgehog.

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