Libby’s story
I don’t think I’ve shared this..
When I first met Ron, he had 5 cats. Lizzie, the momcat who had decided to live on their porch sometime back… she actually showed up wearing a collar. Her kittens, who were grown up when I met them: Lily and another one with no name. Then there were cats brought home: Oliver, and Feisty.
Libby is the one who didn’t have a name. No one had bothered to name her, so I did. Both Lily and Libby were sort of feral, you could only pet them when they were eating. (except of course when I came over the first time, they both let me pet them, lol)
Then one day Ron heard a cat meowing. He still had the batting cage set up for his son, and he followed the sound out there. Yep, a cat is stuck in the net. Libby.
Ron got her unstuck, and Libby just laid there and let him do what was needed. Pull leg this way, hold still while I cut this bit. She was very tangled, but Ron got her untangled from it all.
Since then, Libby has been the most affectionate cat here. She likes the petting business now, and isn’t shy like she was before the batting cage tangle. Being rescued turned her into a loving cat.
Lizzie moved away… the cat who was Mom to pretty much everyone else. (yes, she moved, I went to talk to someone down the road and there was Lizzie in her new home) Oliver disappeard and I am not going to discuss Feisty. Lily became a victim of the road. So, out of all Ron’s original cats, only Libby is left.
This is why when Libby brought home kittens I had no problem bringing them all in the house. Libby is a good cat. She should be the female in charge of things, but she’s very laid back and let Petey take charge. Petey spends her days squinting at everyone and bossing. Not a thankful job, lol!
Today was Libby’s first day back outside. She disappeared for hours… went out hunting. One thing about her family line is that they are GOOD mousers. She showed up for dinner time a bit early… and then went on dog walking with us. She did, too… walked the whole perimeter with us that we do dog walking. No cheating and taking short cuts home because this is boring… Libby walked the whole route. BuddyMack tried to engage her… and BunBun tried to help him tree her, but Libby wasn’t having any of that. She hissed, meowed and dang near took off BunBun’s nose. (didn’t actually connect, but BunBun didn’t notice that bit, it was the intent) One thing she didn’t do: RUN. Most of our cats know this anyhow, but Libby is a pro. Smack that dog in the nose, it won’t try that again.
It’s funny, because in the house with Rita the brat terrier… no problem. Libby would rub on Rita like petting business. Just don’t go nosing my kittens too much, and you are okay. When Rita got too boisterous with kittens Libby would show up and Meow, Meow… and herd Rita away. If kittens got to chasing Rita… Libby would get in there… but she’s still be after Rita. Giving those little kittens big heads, to chase dogs!
I love Libby, she’s a great cat… and she’s Mom to some of my other favorite cats, too. Tyler the siamese is Libby’s kitten. If I manage to get a male neutered, Tyler will be the one.
Hugs,
Vyx
