Peasant Cat

"No, is mine."

My cat is a peasant.

He has a perfectly good life;  in fact, considering that a couple of months ago he was living on the streets of Aberystwyth, he has a bloody brilliant life. When I found him he was a skinny thing, with a pinched face, and rotting teeth and a funny walk. Now his back legs are on occasion still a little dodgy, and he's not exactly fat, but he's put on weight and his mouth isn't falling to bits any more. Though his tongue hangs out randomly and he is pretty derpy.

My flat is warm, he has two boxes full of old clothes, he sleeps on my bed, on the sofa. He has food to eat, milk to drink, hamsters to fantasize about. He gets fusses, brushed, treats and hugs.

He lives a good life.

He is still a peasant.

It's not his fault really, none of us would ever really consider him a peasant cat if we hadn't taken him on a cat play date.

Sky also plays the Sims.

Sky is a queen of cats.

She's also a rescue, she was in really bad shape when she was found, but now is back to full health and is looking great. She's also a Ragdoll, which is apparently a posh breed of cat. She certainly acts that way.


She has lots of toys, and posh food, and worshippers who bow down before her while she sits on her cat-tree throne (honest).

Compared to her, Micky is a peasant.

Hell most people and animals are peasants compared to Queen Sky.

The first couple of times I took Micky over to Sky's flat, she wouldn't give him the time of day. Hell she wouldn't even be in the same room as her. Micky didn't really notice, he did a circuit of the living room, ate whatever food she hadn't eaten and then went to sleep on the carpet. Same thing both visits, he went straight for the food, then the catnip (he has catnip toys here) and then to sleep and Sky avoided him like the plague.

He then had to return to the wicked witches flat (i.e, my flat), with the laminate wood floor and inferior food.

Initially, the 'dates' were just because I needed Micky out of the flat, but we decided to continue to try and get the cats to make friends. And while it's probably easier than getting Micky to make friends with my hamster She-Ra, it's not too easy.

There has been mostly staring, Sky gives everyone the same look she gives Micky. It's the 'you are scum compared to me'  look. She's bigger than Micky, and younger, and fitter, and shouldn't really be afraid of him. So they did a lot of staring, it's a work in progress. Micky jumped on sky and they screeched a bit for like two seconds, but mostly...staring.

Anyway, we will see how things progress. Now we have started our cat integration, we will probably continue and perhaps the Queen will allow the peasant an audience.