The Family:
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Puff
Monster
Little Bit


Elsewhere
Mystic
Sybil
Fender



Albums
Album One
Album Two
Album Three
The Evil Stuffed Leopard
Fender and Stanzi


The Dearly Remembered
Shoda
Marty
Stanzi


Mystic: The Face of Hatred

Mystic hates all.
I refer to her as an "ex-feral," but truthfully she was raised indoors from birth with a mother who was also a strictly indoor cat. In every way, however, she was feral, with all the term entails. Mystic hated everybody with a pure, constant, and abiding hatred. She feared everything as well.

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.



This was her usual expression.


Do YOU feel like trying to clean her face?



For all that fur, she wasn't very big.



A rare occasion when she was out from under the bed or entertainment center.



Mystic and one of her kittens, Monster.



She got along well with Marty, but then, everybody did.

Last Update: February 22, 2009

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