my little love's sister

I don't usually say too much about Maja's sister; so, I thought I'd do a post for her. Not like, you know, she's ever going to go online and find this or anything. Mali was attacked a while back by our little brood meisterin Syria (the mommy of all the fatherless kitties).

When Syria was still with kittens she had a severe "B" complex. At that time Mali was a really laid back kitty who let all the other kitties have their way and would just walk off rather than cause any trouble. Well, Syria grabbed her butt one day and ripped out two paws full of hair. Poor Mali...she had a bald spot right beside her tail that was about the size of a quarter. Thankfully, though, the skin wasn't broken.

Syria had her offspring and has been sequestered in my would-be craft room since their arrival. During this time Syria's only son who didn't get adopted during the last free kitty spree decided to play with Mali. He got a bit rough and ripped open the exposed skin on Mali's back side. It took quite a while for this wound to heal as it was quite large and Mali is not the lazy type. Having learned that she didn't want to be any kitty's little whipping post she has taken it upon herself to make Nos's (short for Nostral, because he has a really big nose) life miserable. He is, after all, the one who truly hurt her. She has left a few scratches across his nose...but, all in all seems to live to scare the ever living crap out of him. He spends every day hiding under the couch or one of our chairs just waiting for her to leave him alone.

I know, this post was supposed to be about Mali. Well, it still is. I've said or rather typed all of this just to say that she finally knows who she is as a cat and will not allow any of the other kitties to beat her up any more. She also has found that she really likes empty laundry baskets; but, doesn't necessarily like to be pictured in them.

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