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Not so new family member intro

I’ve mentioned Buzz in a couple of posts, but have held off introducing her since I wasn’t sure she was a permanent addition or not. Not that I was going to be rid of her or anything; its just that cats don’t have much in longevity ’round here. Coyotes, feral dogs, racoons, and what not tend to keep the cats in check population wise.

Here she was in April when we recovered her.

She was a drop off along with 3 of her sibs. They didn’t make it. All were starved and sickly. She was in the better shape, but only just. Worms, fleas, starved, ear mites, and as you can see eye infections. She was a mess.

Almost a year later, she has pretty much laid claim to ‘High Princess of house, peep and (occasionally) dog’ and even Voodoo treads lightly around her. His tail is her favorite toy and he tolerates it with the patience of Job, only occasionally eliciting a groan of ‘not again!’

She is very much the outdoor (mostly) cat. Hates to use the box inside, but will if the sky is wet and hydraulic pressures get high enough. Jumps around in trees like a danged squirrel. And has even managed to teach the wrens a certain amount of respect, since they ran her back to the house once when she was a wee thing. Only brought home a ‘gift’ once; a rustygage lizard. It played dead till she got bored, then I took it out and released it; straight up a tree it went. I’m just waiting on the dead bird or chipmunk; its just a matter of time (and luck, since she can’t seem to get the tail to cooperate in the stalk)

So there she is: Buzzycat, Princess of the homestead and High Queen (in her opinion) of all things not dog.

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