A Case of Mistaken Identity

Cats have character. At least, every one that I have taken home has. But there have been fundamental questions about this particular animal since the day his flea infested kitten body arrived in our house two years ago.

The first dilemma came when the humane society told us that "he" was a "she" and my daughter clutched him in her arms all the way from the shelter to the vet's office, we signed all the paperwork, and he had all his shots and blood-work. Then the vet came in and said, "Bella is a strange name for a boy, hehehehehehe" Thus his name was changed to Cinder. Not very manly, but it was a spur of the moment thing.


Note the private parts are covered



Next issue: is this a cat or some kind of gremlin that we accidentally fed after midnight?



Note that this animal's pure blue eyes still have not shown up in a photographic image!

Now, he got cuter. A lot cuter, and his Aryan features came into full bloom. But the issue now became, how could something so incredibly innocent and cute, inflict the kind of vicious pain upon its poor, unsuspecting owners one moment, while resting peacefully in a ball of cream fluff, the next?

 

The fangs are tiny, but incredibly sharp!

More than anything, we all wonder how something so small could turn into something like this:

This is not photo-shopped

 

The cat on the couch in the foreground is a third the size. I lied. Maybe a quarter. Eleven years his elder, she lives in a constant state of disgust because despite his size, this animal slink/runs from the room if anyone rustles a plastic shopping bag (unknown trauma from the five weeks he spent on the streets before we gave him a new home???) and cowers in fear if my son picks up a couch cushion to adjust it. (no good explanation, just a general fraidy cat). The other day the Federal Express guy delivered a package and had the audacity to ring the doorbell to announce his arrival. My cat growled. Full fledged Hounds of Baskerville clenched teeth growling. Had the guy entered the house, he would have fled under a couch, but this cat clearly has identity issues. Next step, check under all that fur for  a zipper!  If that is a cat suit he is going back to the shelter!!!