Life at No.22, Musings

The Fiesty Feline

Suzanne

Many moons ago, she roamed Rotorua, and I named her Holly.

Once domesticated, she and I happily coexisted in our two-bedroom, cosy home. This stage of my life was the beginning of becoming an adult; it was a big responsibility to adopt a cat and pay a mortgage.

Our first bonding session

Attitude

I was becoming bored having one-way conversations with myself, and it was time to introduce another living being into my life and home, so I decided on a cat. Less complicated. Choosing a fine day, I cycled down to the local SPCA animal shelter to choose my potential new housemate. On arrival, I automatically wish I hadn’t, as these places are so heart-retching that I feel like stuffing all the kittens into a box onto my cycle and peddling home.

Then common sense prevailed, and I managed to compose myself and relay what I wanted to the person in charge. The choice was tough as numerous kittens vied for my attention, but one didn’t want my attention.

You guessed it; I picked up the one trying to escape my keen attention. Got you, I whispered; NO rhymic purring sound from her, just a hiss. I said to the woman this is the one I will adopt.

She reminded me of myself, a feisty character with an attitude that went up a notch when her personal space and freedom were threatened. She howled all the way home and eventually fell asleep on my lap when fed.

A few years passed, and we continued to live quietly together. Holly was never far from my side when at home, mainly outside in the garden, which I kept extending until the lawn wasn’t a dominating feature.

Introducing the Squire

I didn’t have a photo of the Squire and Holly – here’s one of him and Possum, a Cotswolds cat, very much like Holly in looks.

You would’ve thought I had invited the local dog fraternity into our home. What a performance on Holly’s part. One would say a clip from a horror movie when waking up to a howling cat on your chest with her steely eyes on you.

The Squire stayed firm in his resolve that he really was welcome to visit us, and his presence was welcome as much as Hollys. With much patience and a truckload of bribes on his part, Holly eventually realised he was a good bloke to know as he weaved his gentle ways past her hardened heart to the mushy part inside. She caved just like her human mother.

Eventually, his lap was preferred to mine.

The Orchard Years

From the house looking east towards the beginning of the Olive Grove

A few years later, pre-Blue the Dog days, we happily lived on 14 acres while establishing olive, citrus, and passionfruit. We had to let the local pests know we had a fiesty cat during the first few weeks. Without delay, the Squire introduced Holly to the shed and an enormous rat and told her to do her bit for the family and eradicate that pest. She looked up at him when he spoke, and, with some translation, she replied, “Are you kidding me, mate?” as she quickly turned and slinked out of the shed.

From that day forth, it was apparent she had retired from hunting, and her favourite position was in front of the fireplace or plopped in a spot of sunshine.

Then there were Six of Us.

We had plenty of gardens and cats – perhaps not the best combination.

We went on to adopt a dog we named Blue and two kittens, Gracie and Stretch. Holly, unfortunately, never quite mellowed enough to accept the family additions. Going forth, harmony was hit and miss; the youngest members soon learnt that seniority and a lack of tolerance outweighed cuteness. They kept their distance, especially near the fireplace. If boredom set in by the senior member, then all hell would let loose in an otherwise quiet household.

Blue and an olive tree near the propagation shed.

Those four united only to search us out amongst the olive trees. What a sight that was when we heard the meowing and saw them heading our way. Even the temporary heifers didn’t deter them. Our laughter created more resolve on their part to get us back to the house with much rubbing up against our gumboots.

Our temporary visitors who ate down the grass at the end of the farm

How could we be so selfish to put our enjoyment of viewing the olive trees in the glow of the late afternoon sun?

After a bit, we all returned to the house where dinner was served, then retreated to our respective places to consume dinner peacefully. When that occurred, our family of two humans and four animals were the happiest, bellies nearly full, a good day’s work completed, with relaxation taking over in the house we called home.

Holly lived to old age and never left the orchard and her favourite sunny possie.

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33 thoughts on “The Fiesty Feline”

      1. It was my first venture into the world yesterday since the fall- to arrange having the stitches removed 🤣🩵 but then I compensated by having lunch with friends, though I couldn’t eat much.

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    1. She did and she adapted from urban to rural life without too much trouble. The vet bills were huge as they all seem to get themselves in strive at one time or another. I don’t miss that.

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    1. Anabel, she was a great cat and gave us plenty of laughs over the years. From my experience they pretty much rule the household or at least try their darnest to do so.

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  4. Dogs or cats, they always rule the household 😄 but I wouldn’t be without them.
    I can’t even imagine having so much land, Suzanne but it looked beautiful, and I love the photo of the cow with the little bird on the fence.

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    1. Thanks, Cathy, and yes, they’re persistent in their domination of the household. It was hard work, though we absolutely loved growing the olive trees and enjoyed the oil we produced.

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    1. Thanks, Jude, and you’re right, as each of our pets has always had distinctive characteristics. Our cat, Stretch, was named after a young niece who tried to pick him up with his feet firmly planted on the floor as she kept pulling him up with his face, eventually meeting hers.

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    1. Thanks, Sarah. She was a character, and I will never forget the day Les offered her a slice of lime as she was persistent for a taste of our fish dinner. The screwed-up expression on her face was classic; we nearly fell off our chairs laughing. Funnily enough, from that moment on, fish aroma never had her meowing at our feet.

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  11. Absolutely, our two are getting on a bit now, which does make things more expensive. In fact Hugo our Labrador isn’t that old ( 9) but is having trouble with stiff legs and joints. A Labrador thing. Our cat Slinky definitely rules the roost!

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      1. Yes. Her full name is Slinky Malinki. I didn’t change her name when I got her, didn’t have a clue who she was named after, but when I found out I bought her a storybook. So cute. Thanks Suzanne. 😊

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