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Tuesday, October 14, 2025

They Call Me... Killah

A cat has acquired us.

Cat people know this truth. 

Non-cat people would say we acquired a cat.

She is a Siamese that arrived on the front lawn as if she'd been air-dropped. And from the moment my husband, daughter, and grandson returned from the store, she kitty-trotted up and claimed them. 

My husband had never been a cat person. Nothing against them, but he preferred dogs and had been allergic to cats as a child. However, he's an animal magnet with a very caring nature.

Of course, after my daughter and grandson went back to California, he slowly allowed himself to be trained by the kitty, who was mostly an outside cat, but she allowed him to keep her inside sometimes. 

Again, cat people understand the truth of that statement.

After some months, the kitty, whom my daughter originally named Gemini and my son modified to Gemma, is now with us here in Georgia at Mom's. She was asked if she wanted to come, and she told my husband, "Yes."

Mom has renamed her Kitty. It really fits her sleek, 60's, Dianna Rigg style.

A few weeks ago, she began to catch mice and frogs on the property. 

She really started strutting then! Just by the way she would saunter up, I could hear her (in my head):

"They call me... Killah." 

Then, last week, she started posing her kills as a gift to us.

The picture is a dead, posed, 'gift' frog at our back door.

I know it doesn't look dead. I promise you, it is.

Oh, thank you, mighty huntress!

"You're welcome. Tomorrow morning, I'll wake you for the hunt in my normal manner: I shall walk up your body and purr in your ear at maximum volume with intermittent claw kneading as necessary. I shall then catch you a fresh tribute, and you shall honor me with adoration, cat toys, and all the human food I wish to investigate and turn down. Again, you're welcome. But, only in the house! Please don't try to ruin my street cred by adoring me openly while we're outside. You will get your feelings hurt because out there, I'm Killah. Now, sit still so I can immobilize you for hours while I rest up. That's a good human.  Don't pet me! That's needy, and I'll have to move. Your assignment is to just be my pillow. Got it? Good. Don't rub my belly."

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