Ya gotta know my Peeka. Toys? Forget about it. All my other cats play but not this gal, not even w/the cat dancer which sends my other ones into a frenzy!

Peeka was my first rescue in '91. My son found her behind our air conditioning unit outside our patio, blood all over the place. Some kids had tried to skin her alive when she was just a kitten and were nearly successful. They managed to get all of the skin off her tail and they also broke it and they sliced one of her paws so that she has nerve damage in it. Her tail had to be amputated and we worried about infection killing her because she was out in sub zero temperatures for days during the month of December. But she came through it all. (Interesting how she came to our house instead of my neighbor's where she lived. When I told my neighbor about it, she refused to do anything about it. So I took her to the vet myself and kept her and her brother, Boo.)

So, I think the experience changed my little Peeka. After spaying, she got really fat. None of my other cats did. Peeka is content to sit in the sun and that's about it. Why she feels she has to pick on Yoda now, I don't know. It has subsided somewhat, though. I could probably understand it if she and Yoda hadn't gotten along from the beginning. But this change of heart has me puzzled.

Anyhow, thanx for your input and I'll keep you posted should anything change significantly.

Blessings,
M