What is with this cat? From the moment she came to live with us we knew, we KNEW that she was a cougar! Forget that she is the size of your average house cat. Forget that she was born to the house cat of friends. Yes, my son chose her from the litter when she was but a suckling (can you use that term for a kitten, or is it reserved only for pigs?). Her mother was so sweet.
The day Nolie entered our abode we all stood back tentatively. What was it about her eyes? Why was she looking at us like that? Was she even seeing us at all? Wild I tell you!
We learned to walk wide circles around her. We allowed her choice seat. It was just politeness really. We stocked up on tea tree oil (excellent for mishaps... with cats).
But then slowly. So slowly that it was almost imperceptible, there began a transformation. Before I realized that anything was different Nolie became my breakfast buddy. She's never been a voluntary lap cat, but she began to rub against my legs... and purr. Soon she even welcomed my strokes... and purred.
She's always been indoors, except for a few adventurous nights spent outside when she darted daringly through the door so late that we couldn't round her back. In the morning I would find her glued to the back door meowing for safety.
So, imagine my shock when I went to let the chickens out this morning and spotted the WILD THING exiting her lair! The chickens were quickly in a bother and Hunny Bunny was just beside herself in confusion (it's actually HER burrow). And all of my suspicions were confirmed in that moment. Cougar.