our itty bitty betty enjoying
Early on we nick named Betty* - Itty Bitty Betty** because when we first began feeding her at the kitchen window drive through last Spring she was extremely thin, concave almost, that is when she wasn't pregnant and/or in heat and dealing with sometimes 6 feral/or neglected village Tom cats at a time - yikes !
First up we had her spayed, picked her up at the vet and released her, at the time she was still nursing a litter of kittens (who were rescued by our local shelter - hooray). We continued to feed her and gradually began letting her come inside for visits to meet and to get to know the boys Oliver, Virgil & BleetNess throughout the summer & fall. By winter we had claimed her as our own and for the most part she seemed quite content to move in to her new home ... except for the teenage bros Oliver & Virgil who began tormenting & harassing her every chance they had - exactly like the teenage boys I remember from my youth - just trying to get a rise out of her and a rise they most certainly got - the Drama began. Sigh.
Sweet Nessie, our black velvet chicelet, (who's always been very much a lover & never a fighter, he's easily intimidated by the merest glance from O and/or V) befriended Itty Bitty but the harassment from the other two 'caused Betty's inner Drama Queen to emerge fast & furiously (female cats can have this tendency - with homage to my own dear Lulu the Queen of the Bossy) and Itsy began over grooming (psychogenic alopecia - oh great !!) she pretty much
My friend Deb, instead of calling her Itty Bitty Betty, called her Itsy Bitsy - it's kind of stuck with me.
* click on grey Betty links for much more of Itty Bitty Betty's charismatic self in photos & in words - she's something' else