Imagine a sweet, somewhat mischievous but tender cat. Adventurous, that whenever something is cooking, he is lurking, close by, on the prowl. As if we were talking about a small lion, but instead of furious roars, he would emit short, short meows accompanied by soft and comforting purrs of a calm kitten... That would be a good introduction to this kitten, wouldn't it? Too bad, that this short description is part of a fictional story, haha. I suppose I wanted to know for a moment what it would feel like to have a feline as peaceful and novelistic as the one I have just told you about...
It was my turn, the one who is not capable of betraying his most primitive instincts. Since he was a puppy he was. A beast in the literal and figurative sense of the word. A little animal that combined the beauty of a tabby cat with beautiful patterns in grey and black, and piercing green eyes that never stopped watching you. There you have it, I have just described my first impression of my William, my indomitable, wild cat; a real survivor in every sense of the word? And I am not exaggerating, when he was 4 or 5 months old, he was the victim of some unscrupulous and unscrupulous neighbour who injured one of his paws.
As you can guess, it was a hard, prolonged recovery. With many ups and downs, because his very nature prevented his wounds from healing. He wouldn't let anyone or anything get close to him. He has always been himself against the world. Three Elizabethan collars he destroyed in the almost 4 months it took to recover from those horrible wounds on his baby paws. Then, due to a suspicion of tetanus poisoning, I had to wait almost a year without being able to neuter him? You can imagine, with such a wild personality, breeding periods were a total headache and constant anguish.
And I won't lie to you, it certainly was. Although, either by luck or by his cunning in fending off the other cats, he never had any serious injuries or anything considerably negative to his health as when he was a puppy. He decimated the population of small lizards in my garden, he fulminated all the rodents that prowled around my house, and he scampered all the ‘intruders’, including dogs and other domestic cats in the domains that, as far as he is concerned, belong to him. He sleeps, peacefully, demanding his kibble and his rations of chicken and tuna. He is punctual with his schedules and demanding with his food. His food had better always be ready; he simply doesn't like to wait to eat. He was not born with the ability to be patient and lovable....
William, I insist, is a cat who doesn't care if it's 4am or 2pm. In my house, we do what he orders and how he orders it... Authoritarian, arrogant, lazy and friendly. Like a bizarre mix between Garfield and a lynx. Just moments before I uploaded that post, I was feeding him. He meows at me as I serve him, with his little tail up and his round eyes looking at me, I interpret that maybe he wants some cuddles and affection. Everything tells me that he does indeed want some cuddles on his body. He climbs on my bed, tilts his head, wiggles his nose as if asking me to scratch him in that area; and that's what I did, what happened immediately after that action, seemingly shot and non-threatening? He bit me, scratched me and then left. That's William, a survivor but of himself, haha....
