08
Feb
08

Queen Anne’s Metamorphosis

The New Queen AnneQueen Anne OmegaCat – mother of all of our Woodpile Kittens – has turned the tables and adopted us.Since Christmas, when we gave away the last of her kittens, she has taken up residence on our dining room windowsill, where she eats, sleeps, and watches her two growing kittens (from two different litters), Shadow and Blu. The dining room is the “cat room,” so Queen Anne gets to see a lot of antics and, in her own way, participates in our activities.For example, when I play with the kitts I let her take turns swatting at the feather toy through the window. And when she sees me feed her kitts she knows I’ll be out soon with her food.The most surprising change in her behavior: when I feed her she goes crazy-friendly, rubbing up against me and letting me pet her vigorously. Her surly, suspicious demeanor – typical for a feral cat – has been replaced with friendly chirps and kittenish affection. Plus she’s never looked healthier; her coat is thick and clean, and she’s put on a few pounds. Gone is that thin and scraggly alley-cat appearance. If you didn’t know better you’d think she’d just jumped out of somebody’s lap.I trapped Queen Anne in the summer and had her spayed through the Washington Humane Society’s CatNipp (TNR) program. Now that she no longer has to deal with raging hormones and aggressive suitors, Queen Anne has reinvented herself. She’s joined our family, and stays as close to us as she can get. She’s an aspiring house cat living just outside the house. Sticking to the windows, trying to join the party. If we didn’t already have two cats, we’d probably bring her in…Queen Anne on the Sill