Meet Ida

She lived under our neighbor's bushes, now she lives with us. They said she was 6 weeks old, but I think she was younger.

Evie said, "Mama, I like that baby meowmeow!" Both girls begged. We said ok, Evie, what do you want to call the baby meowmeow? "Ida No, Mama" (I don't know) We thought it was cute, and Ida No stuck.







This is how Ida looks now a couple months later, when she is attacking the couch and getting ready to leap out from behind the cushions onto an unsuspecting passerby:





She is now in the phase we like to call "ballistic kitty" - she is either running around the house at 100mph and attacking anything and everything that moves, or she is sound asleep!

Her latest hobby is hiding under Evie's bed and attacking Evie's feet when she walks by. After a couple days of this, we had a slight breakdown where Evie refused to enter her room or would stand across the room from her bed and scream.

Our solution was to put a bell on Ida so at least Evie could have prior warning of the attack. Ida hates the bell with a passion. If you're holding her and you reach out and jingle it, she will growl and attack.

When our other cats were in this stage, they quickly figured out how to walk silently, without making the bell sound. Ida isn't there, yet. She runs all over the house at night, and the bell keeps me awake. Her new nickname (besides Chomper!) is Jingle Cat.









Our other two kitties:
Cleo, just lounging on the floor, and Bigfoot hiding in Ida's kitty tent.