Frida and Diego
My first owners baptized me Cookie, but Bettubela renamed me Frida.
She explained to me that my exotic and colorful temperament is similar to that of the Mexican painter Frida Kahlo.
I’m temperamental, jealous, flirtatious, pushy and very creative. This trade I demonstrate by leaving my muddy tracks on the house floor when I return from my adventures outdoors. I don’t understand why Bettu always erases my works of art.
As for my brother Diego, he is calm, hedonistic and very idealistic. Bettu says that he looks like a hippie because he sleeps through dinnertime and the only thing he cares about is enjoying long naps on the sofa.
Also when another of our species hisses at him, he refuses confrontation. As my brother explains to me, ”The cemetery is full of brave cats, so what good is it to impress the girls and then die?”
For Diego, everything is peace and happiness. Bettu says that my brother should have been born in the seventies since he loves to chew and get high on the catnip that Bettu plants in the backyard of her house.
Humans love to anthropomorphize us, and on that point she is right. I’ll tell you that my brother and all of our kind get really high on this wonderful herb.
Bettu says that Diego and the Mexican painter love life with a great intensity. That’s the main reason she decided to giving us such memorable names.
The truth is that I couldn’t care less if my name is Cookie or Frida. What I don’t want is to suffer hunger anymore. I know that Bettu adores me and I thank her with my purrs and with mice from the garden. I don’t have the slightest idea why she rejects them. Humans are very strange creatures.
I enjoy when she calls me “Frida, mi vida,” petting me as I stretch my legs with great pleasure and think: “Ah, ah, life, this is life! What else can I ask for?”
We both met Bettu at the vet from the living neighborhood. We lived with our first owner at her home for a few weeks, but she returned us because her husband hates our kind.
What a stupid man! He doesn’t know what he was missing rejecting us. His wife came back to the vet lying that she was returning us because we scratched her kids and the furniture. This was impossible since she ordered our claws to be removed. Ouch, it was so painful, this procedure. It is so barbaric! I now have to hunt with my back claws. Sometimes, humans don’t have any clue of the atrocities they commit against our species.
Well, when Bettu saw us at the vet, it was love at first sight. The veterinarian explained to her the real reason why our former owner brought us back. Bettu couldn’t care less about the reasons and took us eagerly to our new refuge where we were received by the humans, as heroes.
However, the first days were not pleasant. Nick, the family dog, selfish and jealous of our presence, followed us all over the house, trying to defend his territory. Ulysses, another of Bettubela’s felines, makes my life miserable. At first glance, our hatred was mutual – but I believe he is in love with me and he does this to get my attention.
He attacks me every opportunity he gets. I meow as hard as my lungs can, asking for help from Bettu to put him in his place. What a moron! My tantrums are always a success.
We have shared Bettu’s house with ten other felines. We enjoy an idyllic routine: In the mornings, Bettu feeds us with cans of tuna, chicken, turkey and beef that are claw-licking good. Later we play in the garden, climb the trees and scare squirrels, birds and mice. We feel like kings of the animal kingdom. Of course, we defend our territory ferociously.
At night, Bettu, calls us with claps, as if she were dancing flamenco. We all obey her call and enter the house tired and hungry to enjoy a delicious dinner. Finally, we groom before going to bed with Bettu.
Lastly, I’ll share with you that I was born in an abandoned car. Luckily, a girl who works at the vet heard my brother’s and my hungry meows.
Somehow, the girl managed to take my whole family to the vet. My mom was adopted by a caring family and she is very happy. Bettu shows me her picture often so I won’t forget her. You already know the rest of the story.
Well, I now turn over the meows to Rambo. He is really a very lucky feline! You’ll find out very soon why.