A story about Rena of the Jungle
Rena likes to lay on cold, hard surfaces, open books, and stacks of papers. She was once a mighty hunter, even without claws, and would bring me all kinds of small animals as gifts, in wholes or in parts. When I had a house with a cat door, it would not be uncommon for me to find half a mole in front of my bedroom door when I woke up, or a whole, dead bird in the living room when I got home from work. Of course, before she killed the rodents, she would bring them into the house alive, let them loose, and play with them for a day or two before killing them. She was also quite a wrestler and used to get my other, smaller cat, Pilar, into a full or half nelson for the fun of it. Now that she’s been an indoor cat for years, she’s become afraid of the outdoors and actually tries to get back in the house if we take her out in the front yard. She spends her days lounging and running in and out of cabinets. She’s not one to sit still and be held for long by any one person, but whenever my husband and I hug or sit close together, she’s right there between us, purring.
