This post is for Mancat Monday -but a better title might be - no matter how sweet the candy sounds - it might be mean as mean can be.
Last week Pellie and Sir Knight volunteered to kitty-sit for a friend. They said it helped their friend and gave them some idea of how I would get along when they adopt a sisfur for me.
This is Snickers - and she might have the same name as a tasty candy bar - but she is something else. Every time I moved around the house she screamed and howled. Pellie said she sounded like the Great Banshee of mythology - me I just thought it was screechy enough to set my hair up and hurt my ears.
If I walked around the house, my head was on a constant swivel - looking for her -so I could stay out of her way. I hate to admit it- me being named after a brave warrior and all - I even walked around liked some whipped stray with my tail tucked between my legs - while she was living with us.(Not a pretty sight. Believe me.)
She is back home now - so I am one extremely happy Mancat.
Pellie said she's not sure -if it's me, that is not fit for a sisfur or if it was the banshee's fault, we didn't get along. I don't either. I'm just glad she is gone.