Hear ye, hear ye! (Did you ever wonder how that was spelled? I didn’t until today, trying to figure out how to type it.)

She would bite; that's why there's "Biterella" on there...
She would bite; that's why there's "Biterella" on there...

I just came back from hanging out with my mom tonight, so I’ll post something Mom related.

My mom got a kitten when I was about 10 years old.  Well, maybe I was like 11 or 12.  Anyway, my mom got a kitten when my brother and I were in our formative middle school-ish years.

She was a cute little kitten with a spot on her tiny head that was both the shape and color of a peanut.  That’s why we named her Peanut.  Original, I know.

Peanut may have looked cute but Peanut had quite a personality catality.  She might let you pet her for about 5 – 10 seconds, no exaggeration, after which time she would promptly bite your hand.  Every time.  Then she would run away.

For a while she would growl at, then proceed to chase, her tail.  A lot.  Now, I don’t want to divulge any of Peanuts secrets too much but she may have been on anti-psychotic medication.   I would have to jam a half a pill down her throat with my finger.  I got pretty good at doing it, too, which is saying a lot for doing that to a cat that will tolerate you touching her for mere seconds, let alone jamming a foreign object in her mouth and down her throat all while pretty much sitting on top of her to make it happen.

Needless to say, this medical therapy did not last long.

There’s not too much more to say about Peanut today, except that if she were a Golden Girl, she’d be Sophia.  Sassy, sharp-tongued, and not willing to deal with anyone else’s crap.  That’s Peanut.

2 thoughts on “Hear ye, hear ye! (Did you ever wonder how that was spelled? I didn’t until today, trying to figure out how to type it.)

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  1. It’s been awhile since I’ve commented, have you missed me? (busy-busy!)

    So, your mom’s cat, reminds me so much of a cat my jr. high best friend had. Her cat would let you pet her until she decided she’d had enough and then would bite you and take off…the amount of pets varied sometimes 5, sometimes 3, and well sometimes not even 1.

    When I stayed the night, that same cat would wake my friend by sitting on her face in the morning. She had a stutter meo “muh-muh-eowwwww…muh-muh-eowwww”

    How funny- totally forgot about that until reading this post! 🙂

    Sandi
    http://www.ahhsome.wordpress.com

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