Monday, January 27, 2014

Meet The Diva

The Diva is a nine year old calico domestic short hair, who joined our family at the age of about five weeks.  She was a feral kitten whose mother had her kittens under my office building  She was one of only two kittens in her litter to survive, and was the last to be rescued.  One of her brothers was rescued and adopted by a girl in the office building next door, though sadly, his identical twin was not so fortunate.  I was able to capture him (rather easily in fact, as he was so weakened), but despite my vet's best efforts, he was so sick and weak that the advice I got was that the most humane thing to do was to euthanize him.  

After that, I wasn't holding out  much hope for The Diva, but she hung on for four days after her one brother succumbed and the other was rescued, doing so, I believe, out of sheer stubbornness. We set out Hav-A-Heart traps baited with tuna and canned food, but The Diva would not be tricked. A co-worker got within a finger's reach of her once and tried to grab her.  The Diva bit her, (setting off an avalanche of resultant drama, as clearly she was not vaccinated) and then fled.  It was a cat and mouse game of epic proportions that went on for days, except that in a strange turn of events, the cat was actually the mouse, and we humans were the woefully inept cats.  

Finally, in a last-ditch effort that involved a co-worker distracting her while I shimmied on my belly into a crawl space (my office at that time was located in an old Craftsman style bungalow with a crawl space beneath), tried not to think about the spiders, other insects, and who-knows-what-all-else was sharing that crawl space with me, snuck up behind The Diva, trapped her in a corner, and with nothing but a hastily grabbed promo T-shirt from a local radio station between my hands and her flailing kitten claws and sharp kitten teeth, I scooped her up, and hastily exited the crawl space, miraculously managing not to get bitten, clawed to ribbons, or encountering any spiders, snakes, or other creepy-crawly things in the process.  

I hadn't planned on getting a kitten ... but I have to admit that even as my co-worker drove me to my vet's office, with me holding The Diva (who may have been filthy, bedraggled, dehydrated, and half starved to death, but still had a glimmer of her future Diva-ish-ness about her) on my lap, I was starting to mull it over in my mind.  My fate was sealed when I picked her up from the vet's the next morning (she had been treated for dehydration, gotten a good meal, some kitten shots, and a much-needed bath), I was amazed to see that under all that grime and filth was the makings of a stunningly beautiful calico girl, and although I'm sure I'd have loved her just as much had she been homely, her gorgeousness was certainly a welcome surprise.  

Over the last nine years (ten this spring), The Diva has fulfilled the promise I saw in her as a kitten.  I knew she would be beautiful, and she is.  I also knew, to put it bluntly, that when cornered or crossed, she would make Joan Crawford look like Mother of the Year.  She is the uncontested queen of the household, a crown that I conceded graciously, and that The Flying Monkey knew better to contest.  As for The Paragon, The Hunk, and The Baby ... they definitely know better.  The Diva doesn't play, and while she mostly rules with a look from her green-gold eyes that could melt steel, she is also not afraid to voice her displeasure with a hiss, a caterwaul, or a well-timed swat of her dainty white paw.  

And this girl can pout  ... like for weeks.  Months, even, if the situation warrants, such as the time I brought The Hunk home as a six week old kitten.  Despite The Hunk's numerous kittenish charms The Diva let it be known that he found no favor with her whatsoever, and not only did she not embrace (then, or really ever since) The Hunk, she clearly blamed me for having brought him into her realm, and held me responsible for the upheaval he caused in her eyes. 

And yet, The Diva does have a soft side.  She is extremely affectionate, and when you are sad or ill, she will come up and give you the sweetest little air kisses with her nose right against your face. She loves to cuddle and snuggle, and adores being brushed.  Any sort of pampering is fine by her, and she not only enjoys and appreciates it, but sees it as her due. As, of course, it is.  She is a Diva, after all.  


  1. Nice to meet you Diva. You sound a lot like our Scylla. She came to live with us as a 4 week old kitten due to similar circumstances and she is a gorgeous calico too.

  2. So nice to meet you again, MS. DIVA! I can see that clearly, you are the Queen of your Castle!

  3. Hi there! Nice to see you in your new home. It's been a while! Can you be a male diva? The Staff says I am!!!!

  4. Hello Miss Diva. We have not met, although I imagine you might be like Irene Adler to Sherlock Holmes.. I see you too have a Baby black kit to have to deal with. Me too, that is until I find my furever home. Although I hope it may be as sophisticated a 221B Baker Street, even a highly intelligent cat such as myself must put up with humans. I am sure you agree they can be most annoying, yet they have their good sides. I hope you get all the cuddles, snuggling and brushing you so richly deserve. Purrz, Joey the Nike Cat.

  5. It's nice to see you in your new blog home, Diva. I know what it's like having to put up with new kits in the house. My Mom has brought home four of them since I moved in.


  6. We're glad you got a great home Diva, and you rule it well!!


  7. We loved this story Miss Diva. We had our own diva and she was very much like you in you'd better not cross her, nope she never forgot and made sure she extracted her revenge. I miss my diva but I am so very grateful for the life we shared. We will enjoy learning more about you in the future.

  8. So nice to meet you, Miss Diva!

  9. Why Hello Miss Diva.. so very nice to meet you

    btw, do you know you have word verification on your comments? A lot of people have a hard time with them and will often leave with out commenting when they run up against them.

  10. I m SO glad to FIND you again! I haven't seen you since my AdmiralHestorb passed away. xoxoxo

  11. Nice to meet you, Diva. Glad you survived.

    Oh, crap, when we tried to leave a comment we got word verification, which many bloggers have a hard time reading. Have you considered turning it off?