Kiralyno, the oldest of the Abbottsford Cats, was a throwaway kitten despite
her excellent bloodlines. As the runt of the litter, she fought for her mama's
milk. She would wiggle her body to the teat and suckle until one of the bigger
kits got his way. She always managed to get enough to keep her alive and
healthy. Kiralyno survived. When of age, she was sold to a small family for fifty
dollars as a 'pet quality' kitten with papers.
Kiralyno never felt
like a throwaway. She expected everyone to treat her with respect that her
bloodlines demanded. The family who had bought her had a four year old boy and
a beagle. They thought a kitten would round out their home nicely. Unfortunately
for Kiralyno, things went downhill from the start. As an inquisitive kitten, she'd
wander all night; yowling at bugs and shadows.
She loved the living
room curtains. They were made of fine shear cotton. Her little claws fit
perfectly in the intricate weaving for the vertical climb to the shelf where
all the fine china was kept.
During the day, the
little boy would chase her, grabbing her tail and pulling as hard as he could.
She was too small to retaliate; so, she hissed and squawked mightily. As soon
as he'd let it go, she'd vanish for hours.
The beagle (who really
hated cats) laid low for a while, but, when he saw Kiralyno swipe her paw at
the little boy - that was it. The beagle snapped almost amputating her misused
Through this, the
parents continued as though all was going well, until the fateful night when the
kitten reached the top of the shelf. She'd been with the family a month and at
twelve weeks old was full of energy. That night, after achieving the summit, she
daintily pranced all over, dropping one piece of china after another. Most of
the pieces made it to the rug intact. Unfortunately, great grandma's tea pot
The next day, Kiralyno
was on her way to the "no-kill" shelter. She languished in Pet Place
(the local pet store that helped rescues show off their charges) for almost two
months. As she got older, her cuddle appeal was diminishing. Not many people
wanted a grown cat; especially one so reticent. Two months turned into two
years. She would occasionally get a break from the Pet Place cubby cages when
she would be fostered by a kindly volunteer.
On weekends, she would
be featured in an outdoor venue where people would stick their hands in her
cage. She didn't like that. It was embarrassing. She learned to growl at them
to keep them back. She was scared, lonely, and shutting down.
She'd lie in her cage
when the people left; resigned to the solitary confinement of the no-kill life
for a kitty nobody wanted. Finally, a foster stepped up and took her in. It
wasn't long before that foster emailed everyone in the rescue that 'She bit her
husband and meant it. This cat would never
find a home.' Even a no-kill shelter has its limits.
That's when Maggie, a
local rescuer, who also belonged to the group, emailed back. "I'll take
her!" Kiralyno was in the store after the biting incident. Maggie didn't
let the rescue take any time to say no. She scooped up the queen and talked to
her firmly. "Kiralyno, you are a great protector now, aren't you? We've been
waiting for you. You'll be fine, little lady."
Maggie knew that this cat managed years of loneliness becaue of her strong will. She was not a cuddly cat. She drew immediate respect from the Abbottsford Clowder as the fighter she was. Kiralyno became the Abbottsford Cats' Warrior Queen.