brytnoises

She was seeing off a boy I think. Chunky delightful who I have yet to meet because he's so shy. Minx yelled a bit when I stroked down and had my hand her her butt/tail. I don't think it hurt but maybe she was still pissy from having to chase the boy off and didn't want random touching. I've actually never touched anything but her head. Maybe she doesn't like it AND she was irritated from the boy presence.
Anyway, we're still friends because she rolled on the ground and shoved me with her head right afterwards.
And she was sat in statue for all the time I was walking down the street. I kept looking back at her so so so soso cute so lovely.

This is the first time I've talked about her on the blog, right?

Here's how I met her:

Years ago, I met a black cat who I thought was Bash from a distance, but when I got close enough, I saw that she was someone else. She looked SO much like Bashy that she didn't even get her own name, I just called her "Bash's sister", or sister for short.

Some time after that, I was out in the street trying to get home but delayed by Bash rolling over every 5 seconds asking for attention, when Bash's owner passed by, also going home. I asked her what Bash's name was and also asked "and what's her sister's name?" and the owner told me Minxie.

So I stopped calling her sister and started calling her minxie. I think she's the only cat who I've ever called by their real name.

Then tragedy upon tragedy, the owner died and all her cats were in the process of being rehomed. Bash spent all day at my house, so they struggled to time it perfectly for them to collect her. And Minxie was even harder to track down.

I saw her from my window and reported this to the ones collecting and rehoming the cats, I told them when and where I'd seen Minxie.

I waited and hoped that she was found quickly.

Eventually, I got confirmation that there was a facebook post floating around saying Minxie had been found.

Phew.

Then I saw Minxie when I was gazing out my window one day.

Very confused.

I went and personally looked at the facebook post. Where there was a photo showing "Minxie" in the new house, all comfy and settled.

Apparently Minxie has a big mane of fluff.

Apparently I had been calling a random cat Minxie this whole time.

Sister was not Minxie from the very beginning.

And then I realised that when I asked about cat names, I've always been next to the cat I'm asking about, and asked "who is this" and

I have never seen Bash's real sister whose name is Minxie at all in my life. Ever.

She was an indoor cat the whole time.

With an unignorable massive floof of a mane.

The friend I made who I kept seeing isn't even from that same household.

So now, the cat who I used to call Minxie, who wasn't actually Minxie, I decided to rename her "the artist formerly known as minxie"

Y'know, like Prince.