Fierce Lap Cat

Sliterary little bitearching for a cat for my mother I happened upon Little Bit’s description on the Humane Society website.  “This is a real lap cat,” they promised. Perfect, I thought to myself. A lap cat was just what my mother was missing.

Our meet and greet was my first clue. Little Bit had to be fished out from underneath the cages. When my mother leaned in close to her cage to whisper sweet nothings into her ear, Little Bit took a swipe at her. I was beginning to see why she had not yet been adopted.

But the bonding was already begun and my mother welcomed her into the family. Much to my relief, she lived up to her billing, loving to spend lots of time curled up in the lap of my mom or my dad. After my mother’s death she escaped through an open door and lived on the lam for a very long time. With no front claws she managed to survive and to find her way home again.

After the death of my father I inherited her. My two dogs had been fine with my former cat, the late Rosie. Rosie was old and mostly stayed curled up in her bed by my bed and pretty much ignored the dogs. Everything was peaceful.

And then Little Bit arrived. I have since nicknamed her my gangsta cat. The dogs eagerly chase her through the house but to be honest, she starts at least half of it.

When the dogs were still figuring out how to live together they would, on occasion, have a real, honest to goodness drawing blood fight.

I observed Little Bit on more than one occasion running down the hall towards the sound of fighting dogs. Perhaps seeing it as a chance to whip up on them while they were distracted, she jumped in the middle of about 100 pounds worth of snarling, growling, biting dogs. She slapped them around a bit and then dashed back to her room.

Little Bit has taught me a lot. She’s taught me that being loving doesn’t also mean you cannot be fierce. Too often we equate lovingkindness with spinelessness. This cat of mine reminds me that we can be quite loving… and still stand up for ourselves.

Just don’t jump in the middle of the dogs to do it.




5 thoughts on “Fierce Lap Cat

  1. I have known you for years. You are both loving and can stand up for yourself if not between hundred-poud dogs. I wish I could share at least part of your life as your cat does, but Norway is too far away for racing down the hall. But love can race across the ocean! Connie

  2. I love this entry, Peggy ~ Reminds me of the cat and dog we had when I was a kid. The dog was Teddy; the cat was Freddie. The cat was a master at tormenting the dog until Teddy could take it no more ~ but of course she was clever enough not to let any of us see her pestering. Then a chase would ensue, and everyone in our family pounced on Teddy to stop harassing poor Freddie. But when you really, really watched what was going on, that kitty knew exactly what she was doing: whatever it took to get the dog in trouble! Wonderful memories ~ thank you for stirring them! And it’s a myth that cats and dogs don’t get along. These two were totally in love with each other and completely inseparable. ♥

  3. Your tale of Little Bit reminds me so much of my beautiful but feisty Daisy May. We had to put her to sleep on Tuesday and your words really help. Thank you xx

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