Or Ritzy, depending on who is spelling it, came into our home about 11 years ago. You’d think I’d have made a page to her before now seeing as I made pages to all her children, ie kittens. Maybe it was cause technically she is my daughter’s cat seeing as she brought her home one day after Fuzzball went over the bridge. Not that we didn’t have cats, we had three, just not this one. I did make a Catster page, that has been up for ages.
She was a pretty little thing and a bit psycho, hence the term Psycho Cat. I did write a bit of a blurb on her at Catster, forgetting to mention how she would lay in wait on top of the bookshelf to attack.
Her love for her kittens vanished when they grew up, more like when Jezi went in heat. That was the defining moment for her. She never liked another cat again. Not like she wasn’t stuck living with them. She was except for a three year period when she lived in my daughter’s apartment. But they both returned, she to stay and my daughter not so much.
I have had little luck in getting her to take her cat. So here she stays, mostly on my lap, meowing at me and head bonking my iPhone when I am not paying attention to her. She has mellowed over the years, becoming a loving little curmudgeon.
Except when she spies the neighbor cat outside the sliding glass door or window then all hell breaks loose. Cat fight time! It is hilarious to watch her hissing, spitting, clawing and otherwise turning into a total wild cat. Of course, being separated by glass, only thing that gets hurt is the curtains.
Safer than when she lived with Meowza, she suffered an infected wound from a cat fight and years later, Meowza looked like he had been in a cat fight before he died. Never knew the cause but doubt Ritzi helped him.
She has inherited Izzy’s blog, iInfidel, as the title suits her.
