TWIGGY IN A MOOD.

Sharing a home with a cat such as Twiggy is like having at least half a dozen different cats. I know that all cats are changeable, that is in the nature of the beast but with Twiggy the talent is extreme.
First,cutest and possibly the most dangerous is the kitten mood, I kid you not she can even make herself look smaller by some magic and has the defenceless look down to a fine art. She invites kittenish play and is a picture of sweet innocence. Beware this pretty little kitty for in an instant she can become, The Tiger with painful consequences.
Out come the claws and teeth and all at once the kitten is replaced by a ferocious Tiger who happens to be in a very bad mood, and at this point I usually retire badly worsted and scratched to pieces!

Then there is the coquette, she is an accomplished and unashamed flirt, inviting attention with the same prowess as a supermodel. In this mood she will pose like a professional for the camera, roll in to provocative positions calculated to drive a poor benighted Tom cat to distraction and when no Tom cats are present she turns her charms on to any one who will stop and say “Oh what a beautiful cat.”
In this mood she will sit for hours in the front garden, usually on a weekend posing prettily on the sundial or among the flowers like a newly made officer looking for salutes! She always gets them.

Then there is “The Air”. In this mood she will blank me completely for hours, days sometimes and for no apparent reason. She stalks about with her erect tail looking very much like a rude one fingered gesture. She turns her head when she walks by, does not hear my call and takes no notice what so ever of any blandishments offered. I often spend days wondering what I have done to deserve such treatment.

One of the most infuriating is the poor little me mood in which she insists upon acting as if she has not seen a sachet of highly tempting and terribly expensive cat food for days and has been dreadfully neglected by her horrid owners. This often follows the previous mood which makes it even more annoying.

There is “lazy cat” when she behaves exactly like a student on a sit down protest, she refuses to budge and no amount of coaxing demanding or enticement will move the little madam. Any attempt to dislodge her will cause her to howl out a protest song (she sounds only a little better than Bob Dylan), and to dig her claws in to what ever surface she happens to be sitting on much to its detriment . This mood usually occurs when the hoover comes out!

The just plain crazy mood is a wonder to behold when it takes place in the orchard. Miss runs up to the top of every tree, pounces on dead leaves and tears around the pathways doing handbrake turns at every corner and with her tail at a very odd angle. This same behaviour if it takes place in doors damages crockery, upholstery curtains and ornaments as well as the legs and torso of any poor devil who gets in the way. This mood once brought down a shelf full of dinner plates.

I like best the pussy cat mood when she sits quietly for hours purring her contentment and making the fire seem warmer for her presence, In this mood she will settle on the bed or on my lap and we share either bed or chair in harmony and mutual warmth, this is usually a winter mood but does happen in summer when the weather is inclement!

The many moods of our family cat certainly keep us on our toes and pesky thought some of them may be we adore our dear little cat, our tiger and our Primma Donna. With her abundant personality she deserves the title diva a good deal more than most.