Most of the photos you see here happened after she was tamed. We kept her in a room by herself for a few weeks, and I made sure to be around. After a while, she came out of her shell and even socialized a little, though she retained her hatred. Because her human owners before me had been utter hippies who thought that mothers always know best how to rear their young, she was allowed free reign in raising her kittens Monster and Puff, who turned out just as insane and unsocialized as she was. She was spayed as soon as possible after weaning her kittens, so the world will no longer have to worry about her producing more hellspawn.
By the time she left us to go back to her hippie owner, she'd gotten a lot better. She'd sit on my lap, sleep on my head at night, and lick my forehead till it was raw and half-bloodied. She loved being brushed, revealing a surprising motorboat purr when being groomed.
That said, Mystic was insane, even by cat standards.
Last Update: February 22, 2009