You did a good thing. Thank you from myself and Bear, Niblet and Heidi.
I just lost my tortie Winkler a few weeks ago, and your new friend looks a lot like her. Except that Winkler was batshit insane, albeit in a good, loving way.
My Luna is a calico, and acts that way at the vet. She’s very sweet at home, but turns into a raging, snarling, peeing, pooing bobcat at the vet.
Good for you! Spooky and Smokey are pleased.
I think she may have a little bit of insanity. Yesterday morning while I was making breakfast I looked up to see her splayed out having climbed the screen on the french doors between the sunroom and the kitchen. She then looked over a couple of times at a large box my HDTV came in that was sitting on a desk and took a leap like some insane rock climber from a movie.
I removed the box, worried she might land on it, tip it over and wind up hurting herself. So this morning she started stretching and reared up to try to climb the screen, glanced over and realized the box was no longer there, and then dropped back on all fours as if to say “If I can’t jump on a six foot tall teetering box from the screen, fuck it, I’m not climbing it.”
Torties have “tortitude” – cats with attitude. We’ve had two, and both of them had inexplicable fits of frenzy. Never a dull moment.