Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Egyptian Princess Cat

Isn't she lovely? Even Stevie Wonder thinks so... but that was his baby!
Isn't she lovely, Isn't she wonderfull, Isn't she precious, Less than one minute old, I never thought through love we'd be, Making one as lovely as she, But isn't she lovely made from love

Isn't she pretty, Truly the angel's best, Boy, I'm so happy, We have been heaven blessed, I can't believe what God has done, through us he's given life to one, But isn't she lovely made from love

Isn't she lovely, Life and love are the same, Life is Aisha, The meaning of her name, Londie, it could have not been done, Without you who conceived the one, That's so very lovely made from love

Big Feet is our baby and we love her......She sometimes looks quite Egyptian and is certainly a princess because she can feel the pea under the many cushions and duvet covers that she likes to sleep upon! Fussy is the word when it comes to finding a suitable sleeping place! She is very special because she's a polydactyl cat. She has 5 toes on her hind paws and 4 toes on her mitten paws plus a thumb that consists of two toes. This is because she has inherited the gene that causes this abnormality.
She is a superior cat and wants nothing to do with the farm moggies that mostly now keep a distance from our land. She's getting on and is about as old as us if you multiply her age by 7! She's been an adventurous cat, an explorer cat, a hunter cat. When we lived by the river in England she used to leave the house and back garden, climb the six foot high wall, descend and trot through the alley to the busy road, listen and look to left and right, then run across the road once there was a gap in the traffic, walk speedily across the pedestrian path of the bridge to avoid any possible oncoming dog handlers, then on the other side she would recross the road, check for people and dog traffic, crouching under parked vehicles if necessary. When all was safe she would walk quickly on the footpath and pass under the gate to the common where she would hunt rabbits. Often she would return with large specimens to finish consuming! We also discovered that a property owner on the other side of the river loved her as she killed his moles. She was named 'the mutant killer'. This alias is sadly true as she has even caught French long grey eared bats, much to our dismay! Her dexterity does not appear to diminish. These days she still hunts but prefers her indoor creature comforts. But she loves to spend time with us: if we work in the garden she comes to join us, if we work indoors she's quietly purring stretched out as if she is the Queen of the Domain. She has been known to accompany us on quite lengthy walks but of late she will not come so far!

For younger readers and older readers who feel young:

1 comment:

Oiseaux said...

Elle est adorable.