“Pooooor Holly.” I’ve heard them say it. So that’s her name. Holly. Well, mrrf. I don’t know what to think of her. She’s an old cat, that’s for sure and she’s got the disposition of an abandoned house-cat gone feral.
See here? Isn’t she pretty? 
Of course she’s pretty. Her markings are similar to mine and therefore quite attractive. But that is where the similarities end.
I have assured her each time we meet that she is the “Number ONE” cat in the house. Even the dog knows that. (Really smart as far as dogs go.)
But this Holly cat seems to think that at every meeting she must pronounce DOOM to me. I have no idea why. The other day we happened upon each other in the downstairs. She was near her food area. I sat some distance away out of respect and looked at the birds where outside is.
Then, without warning and completely unprovoked, she goes into one of her hissy fits. It looked a lot like this:
Another time late in the day, I was looking for tall new-staff. He had wandered off to a place called outside garage. I don’t know what he does there but it certainly doesn’t have anything to do with napping. He makes entirely too much noise to nap.
He returned and sat in the downstairs with shiny papers.
I walked by and noticed Holly (now that I know her name) at her food area so I stopped.
Just as I was about to turn away — ZAP — !!! Holly shoots the double secret power gaze at me! Being the nimble young kitty that I am, I simply scampered to the side and let the piano absorb the energy.
I’m not angry with Holly. In fact, I’m trying to help. The last time she was transiting the downstairs, I surprised her with a playful chase. Apparently, she thought she was under attack and hid under chair, growled, and screeched. Mrrf, already. All she had to do was stop and put up a paw. I mean we all know that one risen velveted paw means “game over.” Even two-footers and the dog know that.
So I got on the internet (you know, the place where I’m famous) and searched for a solution to help Holly. Here’s what I found: 
I left this where tall new-staff will find it. It’s something about spray bottles and a pheromone. I don’t know how spraying Holly in the face is going to make her less aggressive but I hope he figures it out.
But then I saw short new-staff, Holly, and the dog together.
This must be a colony nap.
The best thing about it was that when Holly saw me across the downstairs, she did NOT growl or hiss.
See how important naps are?
