We adopted a kitten that my daughter had found along with its siblings in a remote storage unit. They had been on their own for hours, perhaps days and were near demise. No mama cat anywhere, they were dirty and very hungry.

Since adopting her a year and 4 months ago me and my husband had determined to be good kitty parents.

She is sweet, feisty, playful, creative, and demonic all at the same time. She goes from being sweet and loving to literally biting the hand that was petting her in an instant.

She has become our guardian too, watching out the window and door for trouble that may approach our little cabin. She will sit for hours staring outside at what we think is nothing but she sees multiple bad dangerous things lurking around, waiting for the opportunity to breach the doorway.

She loves to sit at the end of my yoga mat while I am attempting to do my daily practice, waiting for the moment when she can put her paw out and catch my hair, leg, arm with her claws.

She bonded first with my husband, and she loves to come and sit on him and allows him to pet her for a time, then she is off again called to participate in the war that only she knows is going on.

We started her as a kitten in her own little room (our spare bathroom) with food, water, litter box and comfy bed. Nightly we would entice her to it with yummy wet canned food that she normally didn’t have during the day. She would happily follow us and immediately sat down to her delicious food. Now she is all aware that we want to close her into her little tight though comfortable space and she isn’t having any of it. So we have to trick her and when she isn’t expecting it, talk to her sweetly while picking her up and taking her there.

We also started watching cat documentaries so we could learn how to deal with her erratic behavior. Evidently, nightly cats will go into hunting mode just around dinner time. She gets absolutely terrifying running through the cabin, up and down the stairs seemingly participating in some kind of war against the demons, attacking anything that gets too close – claws out! So we have learned to let her go outside and let off the steam there. It has worked pretty well except for the fact we live close to 10,000 feet in the Colorado mountains so it gets very chilly after dark. She will tolerate being outside a bit, but then is jumping up at the door letting us know she wants back in. We also learned that a cats body temperature is a bit warmer than ours – around 102 degrees Fahrenheit and she will go and curl up by our wood stove when a fire is lit, it acts like a drug. On freezing, snowy days, she will spend most of the morning there. Almost as if she has her kitty IPhone alarm set, half past five at night she begins her crazy mode again.

She also knows exactly where we don’t want her to climb, but she does it anyway, almost asking us to put her in her room for sleeping. I have heard a lot of people, well most, who live with cats allow them to roam the house all night, even sleep with their owners. I can’t imagine, because we know that she would be attacking us in our bed! Maybe our little alien baby will calm down in a few years, at least we hope so!