Khaleesi was a social butterfly who thought there was nothing better than an audience of her own. Visitors were never ours, they were hers. Other cats were clouted out of the picture as she sat hanging on every word, even if it wasn't about her. And lots of times it wasn't!
Like all aging actresses she could be forgiven for not sharing the limelight and cute kittens topped the list.
She would sit on the arm of my chair while I bottle fed Captain. The look on her face was revealing enough. I was doing it all wrong obviously or was it that I shouldn't bother at all? When I held him up to show her with the question 'do you like him?' he narrowly missed being swiped.
Older kittens really stressed her equilibrium. Out on the verandah they would be chased out of the tunnels they played in, swatted off the scratching post, have their toys stolen, be pursued with intent and a grim expression that would make us laugh. She would lie in the tunnel in wait to surprise her 'quarry' with a look of smug reptilian anticipation and when they failed to fall for this booby trap would charge out like the big bad wolf.
Being kittens they were fast and went in all directions at once! So frustrating to be swiping one off the post as another two were chasing a ball across the room, a third and fourth running up walls or hiding under a crate where she could not reach. Poor Khaleesi's blood pressure!
How many pregnancies had she had in her estimated ten years? Was it any wonder she was over kittens?
KHALEESI was named after a Queen. She certainly didn't look like one when we first saw her. Brought in by a colony feeder, she sat in the carrier at the surgery, eating, quite oblivious to her surroundings. She presented with greasy, dirty, sparse fur, ears tattered black leather from skin Cancer; her nose had a spot, her teeth were bad. Lice, undesexed, scrawny and starving. Myriam UJ, a rescue friend, christened her after the Queen in Game of Thrones, a role this girl would have sunk her teeth into had she had any left.
Apparently Khaleesi was living at an empty house with some other cats. They call them 'abandoned houses.' I'm not sure if you can abandon a house but there it is. Vacated and waiting to be demolished I suppose.
Vetwork was commenced, there being surgeries to amputate her ears, remove most of her teeth, treat the lice, fleas and worms. She was 'rested' at home with us and fed a nutritious diet and eventually given a bath. Not surprisingly she was also positive to Feline Immune Deficiency Virus (FIV). A second surgery to desex her and remove the remaining teeth was performed after she propositioned the other cats one morning.
Khaleesi became Self Appointed Head Prefect. She controlled the order, clouting others away from the food even after she had eaten. If the cat with no ears said so then they had to learn to work around her.
We loved her though. She would sit on the arm of John's chair every morning while he did his reading before breakfast and she would sit on mine, a companionable affectionate girl. If I was on the computer she would be there too and we swear she smiled most of the time.
Khaleesi was what one would view as an 'unadoptable' cat, given her FIV+ status and her missing ears and teeth but we put her out there and not too long afterwards an inquiry came in. The person was genuine and responsible, wanting a cat that was likely to be overlooked. Khaleesi overlooked? Oh Please!!!
We were not, at first, enamored either. We had become so attached to our chair companion, our kitten chaser, our Head Prefect of Other Cats, that a few days of emotional adjustment to the idea were needed.
The last news we had about our girl was that her new mum had a card night and Khaleesi 'worked the room' delighted to have so many admirers, moving around the table to each one to saturate herself in admiration. What better home could a social butterfly go to?
Khaleesi loved dressups and being a model. Who would have thought?