Scruffy, Spooky and LaQuinta:
Rescuing LaQuinta a few months after Scruffy died of colon cancer proved to be good for me but bad for my Spooky who was still mourning for his 'brother and best friend'. LaQuinta, accustomed to fighting for every crumb, attacked Spooky ruthlessly so that I had to separate them at all times. My dear Spooky died August 2005 at the farm from stomach/colon cancer at age 14 despite my efforts to give him the best care. Scruff was only 12 and died April 2002. They both were my first cats aside from childhood pets. Spooky was like Callie, you could do anything to him. I used to balance a ruler on his head and he wouldn't budge! Little Scruff, always timid, loved to chat with his mama and would let out a meow each time after I would meow first and mimic the sounds perfectly. I loved them dearly but have no digital photos and haven't taken the time to scan the old photos. Now LaQuinta is the ruling queen!
One day while walking near the track I spotted what I thought was a huge bird perched quietly on down were clear vision was impossible. I thought how strange that it makes no noise nor does it move. I approached with caution and low and behold it was a beautiful grey long haired teenage cat! Choo Choo loved men and loved the construction going around him. He tolerated me with occaissional purring even though I was the one who fed him and loved on him. Before sunrise he insisted upon going on morning hunts, despite our efforts to prevent this dangerous habit. He would hiss and growl and attack tender ankles and feet until we opened freedom's door. He was the alpha male and surprisingly treated Spooky very well since Spook moved in on his turf. Choo Choo was famous for his long and low grumblings that made all of us laugh. One December day in 2004, just a couple of weeks after Black Jack died, and the day we were to take our Christmas card photo with the horses (and him)....he did not come back later that morning after this 5 a.m. hunt. Snow was on the ground. I looked for tracks and saw what I thought were fox imprints and concluded he was devoured by a hungry gray, but have since changed my mind after being 'swooped' by Evilina, the huge Great Northern Owl. Twice this bird has come within 5 feet or less above my head while I was outside the barn - at night, of course, on the gravel drive. Suddenly, a dark shadow silently looms over my head causing me to look up and see a four-five? foot expanse of huge dark wings with a little light grey under the neck. No, she is too big to look for bugs, and there are no mice or bunnies near the barn, and certainly not on the gravel drive! She is just evil, that is all and I am convinced after much reading and watching our foxes interact with Callie and Daddy Cat that I can no longer blame them. I found no evidence of fight and I called neighbors who live across the 'river' to no avail. He just plain disappeared after choosing to live with us for 3 years. My eyes were swollen in the Christmas card photo but nobody noticed since Beautiful Blue, Gorgeous Jessie, Sweet Nugget and Little Bear and the Good Husband all looked their best!
I rule. I am LaQuinta. I am elegant, and the most athletic cat you have ever seen! Besides, I am gorgeous now that those dreadful allergies that made my fur turn brown have subsided...that organic food was good and very expensive but since Mama took us off, both Little Bear and I do not have those skin lesions! Weird huh? And those stupid shots never worked on either of us! Go figure! Go Fancy Feast!!!!
No, I am now the RULER! You've pushed me down the stairs, attacked me when I was a teenager but No More...ROCKY RULES! The vets do not call me Mountain Lion for nothing! And besides, you are getting old and cannot handle me anymore. I love tackling you and getting you back for making me meek in my earlier years!
What about me? I am the best looking princess there is! I used to chase you, Rocky, until that dreadful Choo Choo 2 came and clawed my eye and made it bleed. I hated that trip to Cincinnati! But I am glad my eye is better and that Choo Choo 2 is gone! What was she thinking? The rule is, only the ones that show up at the farm are allowed to join! But Coty is not even allowing her to do that! She wanted Patches, that cute black and white dog down at the garden but Coty went after her throat and she never showed up again! Everyone knows about Coty now!
Wait one minute!!! I can hear you squabbling all the way from the barn! We are the true rulers! We are strong, fearless and our hunting skills are superb! You all are too fat and lazy to even know what a mouse is! Well, I take that back; Rocky, I heard you were good when a mouse came in. I am the first one who came to the barn, kicked all those mice out that Choo Choo left, I gave her a beautiful grandcat and I attacked you Princess the second day you were here while she was rocking you on the porch to put you in your place!
Mom, shut up! You know she loves me the most therefore I am the king! She worries about me since I am not like you and Dad sticking near the house and barn all day. I love killing those silly birds even though I get terribly sick the next day. She always knows, too and scolds me with that awful 'Love Jail'. I think she uses 'Love Jail' just to hold me and pet my beautiful face! There are no mice around anymore! What is a cat to do? I also love to find the hidden deer dens and look into the groundhog holes! I love everything! I am getting better about coming home in the afternoon! I do not want that evil owl to get a hold of me!!!
All right, all right! ENOUGH you ego maniacs! You all know that I was here longer than each of you! I am the wild king of cats; I have survived all this time, watching it all from my hiding places and even escaped that hateful Coty. I have made beautiful kittens like me...Callie, you used to love me and without me our son would not be born! Don't you remember when I brought my other girlfriend to the barn door late that night and showed Mama her baby who looked identical to Cricket? She was amazed but all you did was hiss at an innocent kitten! Now she is gone... she could have had a good home. Where do you think Cricket gets his hunting skills and those long bottom fangs? You know Dr. Dyer thinks those are strange teeth, and that 15-inch tail? It is because of me and my spectacular genes! I carry within me all that is superb in the cat world. I am Daddy Cat and I love her the most!