They call it a “lion cut” but she fought like a tiger.

I know what you are thinking, Two cat posts in as many days. Well, A: I’m a blogger and therefore expected to talk about my cats. And B: My mom wanted to see a picture of Pru with her new haircut. (Sadly, Pattie, I cannot capture the goofiness she first exhibited when she came home from the vet a week and a half ago, it’s already smoothed out. )

A not unwelcome transformation has occurred in Pru since everything that has happened with Momo. Actually, the balanced of power started to even out a bit over a year ago, when Pru started standing up for herself more. She was just as likely to chase away Momo as vice versa. When Momo started to isolate herself, Pru started to become more and more social. Hanging out with us in the living room more. Running to greet Wm when he came home. She has started to act like the cat she was before I brought her to Canada, when it was just me and her in our little apartment.

It’s bittersweet, because of the loss of Momo. But at the same time, I’m delighted to see her back to her old self. She more playful, she is more affectionate with Wil. She doesn’t run away when people come over. She is more vocal and follows me around like she used to, hanging out with me when I get ready in the morning.

Pru knows how to play her Poppi. She knows if she stares at him long enough, with big round green eyes, he will eventually cave and give her treats. He’s a soft touch. She “cries” when I leave the house, as well.. that will usually garner her some snacks. In return, Wm has informed her that she is now his new best friend and she’d better get used it.