Crazy Horse

CRAZY HORSE My crazy cat's called Crazy Horse; abandoned at birth, she's a bit different like calls to like its said. No mummy to teach catty behaviour, tiny blue eyes barely open desperate to live, on discarded cat kibble. Brought home, snuggled to warm, under my chin - suddenly – eyes still shut, smelt our blue vein in bed snacks, special treat! Fierce fluffed one competed easily quickly got the lion's share we were too bemused to argue. Tiny tum replete – napping all. Then wah, what where? Jerked awake tiny pogo stick legs boinged all night long! On our duvet covered chests seems blue cheese an instant fix for dearth of mother's milk! And hasn't stopped galloping since. Her favourite game is chasey which keeps me warm! Has taken 10 years to finally jump to my knee. Takes much talking, trying both sides patting my legs til makes the final lap. Still wild instincts want to flee doesn't stop her nagging me loudly butting in with her conversation when I'm on the phone. (especially to the bank) who puzzle over my giggles during our numerical discussion. Her second name 'Talks to Flies' though not a healer, has the 2nd language of cats though it's usually employed in talking to birds! So as I've said slightly wrong in the head. As a youngster puzzled me greatly beans I'd picked would disappear to be found much later - under furniture desiccated. Caught her one day – stalking prey intent – crouched, waiting on a freshly picked bean to pounce! Oh dear! Still no worries for the native bird flock! On arrival home, she hurtles thru cat door; galloping and skidding mats about So happy to see me my doggy like Crazy Horse!