This is Baby Roo. She was so tiny when Honey brought her home. For those new to the blog, she wandered up to my sister in law, Pooh, one Friday night when she was out pottying her dogs.
From the beginning, she was a teeny tiny ball of energy and love. One of her favorite things to do is cuddle. When I come home from work, she comes running up to me, meowing and eager to be petted. Her whole body will arch up to meet my obliging hand.
She’s grown a bit since then….
Faster than we can believe, she’s growing into her long legs and giant paws. Her curiosity and abilities are growing, too.
No place is safe from her desire to explore. Cabinets. Sinks. The television or dresser tops. The dining room table….
Bless her, she’s also creative. Everything becomes a toy in her active imagination. Curtains, desktop items, my phone (she still sends texts to the last person with whom I was texting), the toilet paper…..
We’ve been so spoiled by Kitty Boss that we are nearly at a loss with Roo. She’s fearless. At least, I prefer that explanation to being clueless, though sometimes I have to wonder. A gentle swat does nothing to deter her. Water is only slightly better. A very strong “no!” has worked a bit better lately than it used to.
I’m completely against declawing a cat (part of their foot is amputated). Also, what if they got outside? How would they defend themselves? I have to admit, though, that sometimes Roo causes me to understand why people would consider it.
Honey has even entertained the thought of finding another home for her. She wreaks that much havoc. However, it’s only a thought. Firstly because Kitty Boss loves her and Roo is good for her. Secondly, she’s so very cuddly and loving. Thirdly, she’s so darn stinking cute! Thus, we deal with the merry wreckage she constantly leaves in her wake and remain consistent in our firm “no’s” and reassuring love.
I have to say, however, that last night, when I went to potty and had no tissue, I reconsidered, briefly, declawing her. A momentary fantasy flashed through my mind as I glared at the shredded pile of tissue on the floor beside me…..Momentary. I promise.
We believe that her behavior is, in part, because of what she is. CG (niece in law), who works at the vet clinic we take the fur-babies to, firmly believes she is part Siamese. Here is a clip that will substantiate our beliefs and conclusions. She acts JUST like this: