The Life of Pye: A Tale of Two Kitties
Perhaps I should call this post A tale of two tails.
Or maybe The Life of Sugar and Pye.
This is also another entry in Tales from the RV Park.
Most of you are aware of my penchant for rescuing stray cats (and wounded men, but that’s another post). Pye was a stray cat before she adopted me. Her extra long frame and large body belie the undersized, sickly stray kitten she was when she arrived on my doorstep six years ago.
She turned six years old this past March. For her birthday, I got her a “kitty tent” with attached toys. She can hide inside it, stick her head or a paw through openings, play with the hanging toys. She loved it for about two hours. Now she is bored with it. (But not the other toy I got her!)
I also got her something else…. A buddy.
There are many stray kitties at this RV park and one, in particular, is noticeably friendlier: She doesn’t run off and hide like the other feral kitties. She will hang around and “talk” to you – even after she’s been fed. (Of course I feed her. Hellooo… rescuer of strays, here.)
The little white and gray kitty was born at the park just about a year and a half ago. Seeing her and her siblings, I tried to catch one… because Pye needs a sibling, you know. Well, I think she needs one. She does not agree.
It took about six months of patiently working with her to tame Sugar. Now she is a cuddly lap cat! Because she’s a sweet Southern gal, I named her Sugar.
Yes, I named my kitties Sugar and Pye. My next kitties will probably be named Cocoa and Marmalade. What of it?
For those of you who’ve followed my posts on the Life of Pye, you know she’s a bit “special”… She may have suffered a brain injury shortly before I found her, or she’s was just born bipolar. Whatever her affliction, it makes for uncertainty in her personality, moment-to-moment.
So, Pye was not fond of her new buddy. Not at all. Then, for a brief period, she seemed to warm up to her… they would playfully chase each other back and forth in the RV, play with opposite ends of the same piece of string, etc. They never did sleep on the same piece of furniture at the same time, and Sugar never enters the Brothel.
And then Pye backslid about 6 weeks ago. She hisses and growls as loud as a dog at Sugar – who maintains her sweet disposition and when she isn’t trying to befriend Pye, she just ignores her. Sadly, Pye won’t sleep in my bed anymore (which was only about once a week), with or without Sugar there. But I have not given up hope – my dream is for both kitties to play together, groom each other, use the litter box exclusively (PYE, I’m talking to you. Sugar, your sister the FERAL kitty, uses the litter box.), and for both to sleep with me in bed at night.
We love the kitties (and the chunnel).
🙂 🙂
Yeah, our current kitty, Chuck, doesn’t take to other animals very well. Best to just leave her alone. She regularly puts our 85 pound German Shepard in her place. On more than one occasion I have removed outer kitty claw layers from the dogs nose. Good thing the dog doesn’t care. She just wants to play. Kitty says NO!
Enjoy your new friend!
Aww, poor doggie! I’m still hoping they someday do get along very well. There are little signs here and there, but most of the positive signs come from Sugar.
It has been a long time since I have said hello. I hope all is well with your and yours
Hi, Trey! Nice to see your still here! I hope all is well with you and yours, too!
It will take a bit for them to get use to each other. But they’ll do it, it was world war 3 in here when we brought a second cat to add to the mix, but at least bringing him home, brought the kitten we’d gotten the month before that refused to come out of hiding if we were in earshot.
Lol! Kitties are so funny and so entertaining in all their quirkiness!
Good to see you posting again. I love your posts.
Thank you, Garth! I enjoy yours, too! Safe travels!