Little Miss Priss

In my haste to post about Miss Prissy a couple of days ago, I neglected to mention that the photo I used what NOT an actual photo of her, but one I found on Pixabay of a kitten that looks similar to her. Even though I only have one (awful) photo of her, I decided to go ahead and put it up so you can see what she really looks like.

THIS is Miss Prissy…

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Miss Prissy aka Little Miss Priss

 

See? I wasn’t kidding when I said it was an awful photo. This is pretty much where she stayed most of that first night, which didn’t offer any decent photo ops (especially not with my phone, rather than my Nikon). I’ve been too busy to get a decent photo of her yet… maybe I’ll get that done over the weekend.

She was pretty thin when we found her, and hadn’t done very well in finding food on her own, so it’s going to take a little while for her to fatten up. Or maybe it won’t, considering how much she’s been eating. (I’ve been joking her name should have been Miss Piggy!) That first night, she ate two cans of tuna, and by the time we’d gone shopping and come home, she was halfway through a third can. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, the tuna was gone and she was hungry again. She had a bit of an attitude when I gave her the first bowl of kitty food—she sniffed the bowl, looked up at me and meowed as if to say, “Really? This is not what I wanted!”—but she decided she liked it after a bite or two.

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SmartyKat Bouncy Mouse (Source: Amazon)

Last night, I bought her a new toy, you know, because two multiple toy packs were just not enough. (Don’t laugh at my lack of self-control… even if it is funny. Haha!) I knew she’d love playing with attacking this mouse toy, and I had the perfect thing to hang it on—an unused plant stand she became fascinated with yesterday morning. Sure enough, as soon as I put it on there and she saw it sway, she was all over it, pouncing, grabbing, swiping, and biting like her life depended on it. There’s no way for me to permanently hang it on the plant stand, so she was triumphant in defeating her dangly new foe many times, bringing it down to the floor where she continued to delight in playing with attacking it . And woe to anyone foolish enough to attempt reattaching it to the stand while she watched! Miss Priss didn’t take very kindly to her prey being touched, and let it be known with a couple of lightning fast swipes of her paws. (I may need to start buying band-aids in bulk if we continue to engage in such risky behavior.)

It turned out to be a wise purchase. Miss Priss spent so much time and energy waging war on her enemy that she completely exhausted herself. As I type this, she is lying in her bed, sleeping peacefully. I know this because I moved her bed from the floor—where I said she was to stay—onto the couch—which I said she would never be allowed to get onto, because she didn’t need to be there.

It’s only been a little over 72 hours since we took her in, but I’d say she’s learning very well. Miss Prissy will have us trained in no time!

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