Crazy Old Biddie..

[sweetazz]

So I'm sitting there, preparing to end another harrowingly wonderful patch day outside reading, when Venus comes bounding onto the driveway. She lets out her usual distorted mrowl of (read as: insanity, arrival, hunger, rage, demands for lovins, and madness all in one. But, you know, from an old crazy cat). And I notice, for the second night, a gleam on her nose. This confirmed my suspicion she'd been cut on the nose last night, which isn't in itself surprising. So I walk over to her and take a look at tonight's wounds. In addition to the scrape on her nose, her ears looks like they have been sandpapered, one of which is turned slightly upward, like something that's been cooked too long and is starting to burn, her fur is ruffled, she's limping a bit, and her usual tally of scabs from previous scraps (there's no way to describe how many this is if you haven't felt it). She looks at me, mrowls and then leaves a blood streak across my leg. I scratch her somewhere i can find with no injuries and watch wander off to her stalk her food bowl. Let me repeat, she stalked her food bowl. I make no explanations. I poured her food into her bowl and stood there for a second while she left me a couple more crimson streaks and went about eating. For some reason, she kept jumping like the food was shocking her. I thought this was amusing until I realized she was hitting her nose, then I felt bad, then I sat there and hand-fed her for a bit. Well, untill she decided she'd have none of that anymore, so I dumped the food on the driveway and went to throw something away. When i came back, there she was, eating the food off the driveway.

Now if only I could figure out what it is that crazy old cats fight...

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