Evil Ellie
Ellie was the sweetest little kitten. All fluffy and big blue eyes. Partly because it turns out she wasn't nine weeks like we were led to believe. No, she was five weeks old and far too young to be leaving her mother. Very cute, though.
Sure, she gave us a huge health scare by developing hypothermia and going into fits before lapsing into a coma, but she was a lovely little cat.
She never used her claws, she didn't bite (much) and she adored Frankie.
She never left his side. He nursed her, he groomed her, he taught her how to use the litter tray. and she worshipped him.
Then she started teething.
The nursing stopped. The destuctive phase had begun.
First the blinds. Then the bookcase. Then the bed. Then the next set of blinds.
After that she settled down somewhat. She took her latent aggressiveness out on the hapless Frankie and the catnip mice.
She accepted Charlie without too much fuss. Lots of hissing and puffing up, but since she does that at the hoover too, it doesn't mean that much. She allows him to groom her and chase her.
Same deal with Willow's arrival. Minus the grooming and chasing at the moment. We are still in puff up territory.
Another health scare later, and we have on our hands a very lively little lady. We await with bated breath the next Ellie adventure.
Evil Ellie 
posted by DMouse007 @ 12/02/2004 10:48:00 PM
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