We love our girls — the feline ones that is. Scout and Daisy are sweet, for the most part, and bring us a lot of joy and love. Mom’s kitties — Hope and Faith — are just as loving if not more so. Muffin was my childhood kitty and she was one in a million. It is safe to say that I have never had a bad kitty. However, they are out there and I have met one face to fur, and lived to tell about it. Her name is Missy and she is a BAD KITTY!
Do you know Bad Kitty? This is a fabulous book that my dear Aunt Meme gave to me and it describes her kitty to a T. Her kitty is Missy and she looks just like the kitty on the cover. She also shares a very strong resemblance with Basement Kitty. You know Basement Kitty?
Okay, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but she definitely looks like the next one.
Pretty fluffy tail included. My aunt and uncle have had Missy for many years. They got her as a kitten and she has always been a little “off.” Sorta like the sociopathic child. She was never abused, and yet she hisses and bites and is an all-around pill to everyone she comes in contact with. The week my father died, she attacked my great uncle and drew blood. While I’d like to think that was her way of showing grief, something tells me it was more a crime of opportunity. As a younger person, I can remember walking into her bedroom (yes she had her own room) and she would lift her head and hiss at me. It went some thing like this. “Hey Missy.” “Hissssssssssss!” “Why you gotta be such a hater?” “Hisssssssssss!” Her vocabulary has always been limited.
Fast forward at least 11 years. Missy is still alive and kicking and terrorizing a whole new generation.
After Mom and I left Savannah on Sunday, we headed up the coast to Charleston to visit my aunt and uncle — and by proxy, Missy. As soon as we got to their house, my cousin’s 3 year old daughter comes running out to great us. She is precious personified, complete with curly hair that would make Shirley Temple jealous. Anyhoo, she comes running up to Mom (who btw is deaf in one ear) and proceeds to twitter like only 3 year olds can. Mom is hilarious in the re-enacting, but I’ll do my best. “meep whee ooo smeeeg haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (done in a real breathy sounding voice)!” Mom immediately translates the “haaaaaaaa” as a hiss and voila! Mom is being given a warning about Missy! Sure enough, once in the house, Bad Kitty hisses at us and runs off. I guess there’s comfort in constants! 😀 Later when the other kids arrived they all begged my aunt to “put Missy up! put Missy up!” I had to tease my aunt about traumatizing her grandchildren, but it’s good to know that Missy hasn’t lost her effectiveness in old age. She is one bad kitty!
Here are a few shots of me and the fam. It was great visiting with them. I wish we didn’t live so far away.
Three generations of good looking women. Can you guess which one is the harbinger of “bad kitty doom?”
