The Coach and I had been talking about getting another cat all through the spring. We thought Jeremiah (Our 4 year old cat, given to me by my sister) was getting lonely and inactive. We'd been back and forth or when we should go to the humane society and whether we needed a grown cat or a kitten and before we could decide all of that on our own, I believe that God delivered Sophia to us. This 1lb gray kitten was given to me by a member of my summer camp staff. He'd found her in the pocket on the back of his seat on his boat. He thought she was a racoon when he saw her glowing eyes and he said he almost shot her. Luckily, she let out a teenytiny meow at just the right moment. When I met her for the first time she was curled up on a bath towel inside a plastic laundry hamper. She was almost motionless and she was covered in ticks...like 15 ticks. Her hip bones stuck sharply against her skin and her giant ears made her little body look almost unimaginably small.
The Coach and I spent weeks and weeks nursing her back to health. We were up at all hours of the night giving her medicine and checking her temperature. She was a very interesting new find to the resident house cat, Jeremiah but after a little gentle sniffing, he was more than happy to allow her to cuddle up on his mountain of fur.
Sophia has grown into a marvelous little cat. She is inquisitive and clever. She loves to play and loves to be held. She likes any kind of human food you'll give her and she has mastered the art of fetch.
ALLLLL that being said. This cat and I are going to have serious problems if she doesn't stop going crayzo-bonanao during the night. Jeremiah will lay on the floor by the bed, occasionally sleep at the foot of the bed, he will look out the window in the Kitchen or look out the doors to the deck for any night creatures that might interest him. At about 6am, he will meow quietly and scratch on the open door to indicate that he's hungry (we feed them around 6 during the school year) one of us will get up, feed them and go back to sleep. SOHPIA on the other hand, is ridiculous! At around 2am she will decided she MUST get into the closet, her desperation is so intense that we actually have to lay books and towels against the door to keep her from SHREDDING the carpet. Then she will climb under the bed, lay on her back and scoot herself around on the floor using her claws against the box springs- this makes an unusually loud and irritating noise. SHE WILL NOT STOP. On occasion she will crawl under the comforter and attack our feet and sometimes she'll bring us her toy mouse or jingle ball and deliver it to our heads. She attacked my hair when it hangs of the pillow, she climbs onto every box or crate she can find, she runs laps, she attacks Jeremiah, she LOSES HER STINKIN' MIND! And I'm almost out of ideas. As soon as one of us gets up from bed she will immediately stop, trot over and rub against us. If one person finally gives in and moves to the couch, her behavior again stops. WHAT THE HECK ARE WE GOING TO DO????? We are up every 45 minutes and this is a cat, people, not a baby!
As I write the little darling is curled up and napping right beside me. It's as if she's fueling up for her midnight romp!
Suggestions, PLEASE????
Love & Peace.
