From a feisty little kitten who liked to hide, to a grown cat who loves everybody, Isabella has come a long way. She loves to take my place on the couch, and she gets jealous when I sit in “her” chair. She loves to bite my toes when I’m on the phone; I guess she wants all attention on her. She also loves to lay on top of me whether I’m in the bed or on the couch. She knows where her toys are hidden and when that drawer opens she’s always right there to try and fish them out. If I can’t find her, I know that all I have to do is add food to her bowl or shake her favorite toy. Thankfully her true favorite toy, an ugly little bird with feathers that chirped, had the battery finally die. She used to shake it in the middle of the night and wake me up. She also likes to play fetch. If I throw one or her mice, she fetches it and brings it back for me to throw again.
Most of all though, she is a wonderful companion. Nearly two years ago, I lost one of my best friends and spiraled into a deep depression. While medicine and friends have helped, she is my constant companion. She waits for me at the door everyday when I come home, and she gets terribly upset if I don’t tell her goodbye in the morning. I am thankful to have a cat as loving as Isabella.
I was so tired when I got home. It was a long drive back from southern Connecticut. After eating dinner, Isabella and I basically went to bed. Whenever I am gone overnight, Isabella just can’t get enough of me. She likes to snuggle when I get home, and it’s usually at least a day before she lets me out of her sight. She did leave me long enough to let me watch The Orville last night, but then we turned out the lights and went to bed. She’ll roam around some of the night but she won’t be too far away from me.
Sometimes, she likes to sleep under the covers and play with my feet. Her favorite game is fetch. She will bring me one of her toy mice or a toy fish that says catnip on the side and expects me to throw it. When I do throw it, she goes gets it and brings it back to me to throw again. She can go on like this forever and never seems to tire of the game.
Isabella and I watched the second part of When We Rise last night. It was so good, even though I cried through most of it. Isabella hid under the covers. I can’t wait to watch the conclusion.
I made chicken soft tacos for dinner, and I left part of one on my plate. My bad little cat ate it before I could, lettuce and all. She’s a little piggy (and a thief) when it comes to food. By the way, I’d already fed her for the night. She seems to like my cooking.
Isabella is a classic beauty. I was looking at her face this weekend and it is such perfectly proportioned. There is no doubt she is female, because she has soft beautiful features. As she gets older, I can now tell that she is not all black, but has white hairs here and there. It just adds to her charm.
Isabella is also a wonderful companion. She’s never more than a few feet away from me. She follows me from room to room. She is insistent that I tell her goodbye when I leave or she begins to cry quite loudly. I’m not sure what she does when I am not home, but I suspect she sleeps because that is what she does when I’m home during the day.
While she likes to be near me, she doesn’t like to snuggle. She’s not big on being held either. However, when I lay on the bed, she is never more than a foot away. When I turn out the lights to go to bed though, she sleeps either under the covers or under the bed. She does do a little roaming at night. Occasionally making lots of noise. She is an early riser too. She likes to wake up between 5 am and 6 am, while I tend to sleep until at least 7 am.
I’m so glad I got Isabella. She’s such a wonderful companion. She stays right next to me almost all the time and follows me around. She may not snuggle but she is still a good companion. I really wish she would stop biting my toes at night. It makes it terribly difficult to sleep. The funny thing is her fascination with her own tail. Edith, my cat back in Alabama, doesn’t have a tail, and she is very self-conscious about it. She gets upset when you point out that she has no tail, but Isabella is different. She constantly chases her own tail. She will chase it all over the bed, but she rarely catches it. When she does catch it she doesn’t know what to do with it. Kittens are such funny little creatures.
Bob commented yesterday that, “Isabella appears to already be spoiled.” Yes, I have to agree with that assessment. She’s a little princess with all the makings of a diva. I have little doubt that she will be queen of her castle when she gets older. I expect she will become HRH II. Some of you may not have been around long enough to remember my very special and loving cat HRH, aka Victoria. Victoria was named after Queen Victoria, just as Isabella is named after another queen. Victoria ruled like no other cat I’ve ever known, and she ruled with fear. People, other cats, and even dogs cowered when she was nearby. She never hurt anyone but she had a look and a yeow that meant she meant business. My aunt once called her “Miss Victoria,” to which my aunt received a look that if looks could kill, she’d have died on the spot. When she changed it to “Queen Victoria,” HRH forgave her and allowed her to enter the house.
While Victoria ruled through fear, I hope Isabella will rule through benevolence. Right now her greatest demands are that you be in the same room she is and that you lay still so she can sleep on top of you with only minimal disturbance. Victoria was always a stickler for you being still. I can remember coming home from teaching and she would know I was tired so she’d demand that I lay down. Then she’d lay on my side and we’d take a nap. This was our after school ritual when I was a teacher. She’d patiently wait for me to come home, watch from an upstairs window and wait for me at the top of the steps to come inside. Isabella does not yet immediately come to greet me, but she does come within the first few minutes of me coming home. Instead of nap time though, for her it is playtime.
I realize that Victoria and Isabella are two different cats, but I don’t think you can help but to compare the two. No cat can ever replace Victoria. Edith and Lucy helped me get over the loss of Victoria, but they were always more my aunt’s cats than mine. Isabella will be raised by me. We will see if she is as loyal and great a companion as the previous queen in my life. So far, she is doing a damn good job.
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