Jezebel likes it. Whatever it is.
I love black cats, and I especially appreciate Jezebel. I acquired Miss Jezebel in October of 2012- she was live trapped on the body shop lot when the owner of the shop requested we trap some feral cats for him to transport up to his horse barn. I told Jerry that the shop owner could have any cats we trapped, but if one happened to be a young, black female kitten that I wanted it. We trapped several cats- some grey kittens, a couple of adult calicos and so forth, but one night we ended up with the Perfect Cat. Young (about 7 weeks,) all black, and female. The only problem with Jezebel at that time was that she was feral, and fiercely so.
I warned Jerry to handle her with welding gloves…at least until we could get her through a socialization process. He learned the hard way that kitten baby teeth can still penetrate (and latch on to) the webbing between one’s forefinger and thumb, and that something that weighs less than a pound can inflict a shit ton of damage under the right circumstance.
There is a process for taming feral kittens which is generally effective (this site outlines it well under “Taming Feral Kittens” ) and it took about 2 weeks with Jezebel. Now it would be hard to tell that she was ever feral as well as she gets along with people, other cats, and dogs. This is probably only because we got to her very young. She’s probably the most laid back cat I’ve had with the exception of Miz Izz, may she rest in peace. Isabel was also a tamed feral, but Isabel was even younger than Jezebel was when we got her. Older cats usually don’t do too well.
Jezebel is 2 years old and all of 5#. Almost exactly the same size Isabel was.
Miss Jezebel is not my only cat. I also have Fanny, who is 17# of big, fat cat. Fanny was bigger than Jezebel is now by the time Fanny was four months old. It’s strange how the variations work, but Fanny was of what I would call rural barn cat stock, while Isabel and Jezebel were city ferals. Even the male city ferals around us are nowhere near as large as Fanny. Perhaps small size has its advantages in the city.
Fanny only looks small in the first pic. In the second, the freezer gives one a sense of scale.
This is F.B. (Fluffy-Butt) who generally won’t allow pictures. She’s a sweet cat, but very reclusive.
F.B. is our only normal sized cat. We inherited her several years ago when we got Heidi, but we really don’t know much about her other than she was spayed and that she was a few years younger than Heidi. If I had to guess her current age she’s somewhere between 11 and 13. The first six months or so that we had her she pretty much lived under the basement stairs, but now she is social with the other cats and the dogs.
My awesome ride has finally been returned to me, thankfully with a flawless paint match and with everything lined up as it should be. There was a smattering of body dust on the inside of the decklid from where it had been repaired, but other than that no real reason to split hairs. I’d almost forgotten how much better the stereo is in the Corolla vs. the truck. Now I just have to get used to the shift pattern again (traditional Toyota 5 speed vs. the sort-of-screwy VW shift pattern that Toyota uses on the 6 speeds) and the brakes. I almost put myself through the windshield a couple of times this morning. The brakes are a lot more touchy.
Steel Panther- yeah!
Speaking of reasons to crank up the stereo. I know they’re vulgar, sophomoric, puerile and vile, but I recently discovered an ’80’s hair band knockoff called Steel Panther. This stuff is positively hilarious. The video for “Community Property” . is pretty good as well as is the one for “Pussywhipped” although I would caution not to watch that one if you are offended by depictions of ball sacks. I also enjoy the inspirational, “Just Like Tiger Woods.”
It’s a pretty good day. Especially for being in February.