The most amazing of my pets however is the little one with one eye we call (crazy) daizy, a name given to her as an acknowledgment of her spectacularly insane behaviour, which was evident right from the start. This includes severe mood swings and regular moments of rage where she runs full speed back and forth almost like shuttle runs for periods of 10 minutes.
Daizy has absolutely no problem in picking a fight with creatures of any size, Despite being about half the size of the average cat, she terrorises the others, somehow winning fights against even the healthy one, and all the other cats pay special attention to look around corners to make sure she isn’t there.
Cats however are small pickings for this modern day napoleon. She sees nothing wrong with hitting humans, and standing her ground, and one of the most spectacular episodes I have seen was when she ran towards the sound of dogs barking as the other cats were fleeing towards home.
This exceptional courage contrats greatly with a superstitious fear she often gets towards certain objects such as cuddly toys at which she will hiss and run, or even the floorboards at times which she will be too scared to touch and therefore walk around the bed crying for help. This strange behaviour no doubt caused by memories of the horrors she experienced.
One of the many other traits of toatal insanity is her doglike loyalty towards my father who calls her piesek (little dog) on account of the fact that she follows him step by step as he walks around the house, answers his calls of her name with meows and whom she guards at night by laying next to him at night, not sleeping but eye open towards the door, ready to attack anything that comes through.
The final cat, big black and pretty normal (eats sleeps and purrs) has been with us the longest (it was his twin brother who run away), and is the only healthy one in the family.
At least he was until one day 2 months ago he came back home having heroically defended the garden from a ginger intruder, with one of his eye hanging out.
We immediately took him to the vets who operated on him and told us he had a 50% chance of keeping the eye.
Thankfully half a thousand pounds, 2 operations, two months of keeping him in doors and two hours a day for a month spent taking off his protective hat and making sure he doesn’t touch the wound, later, he is on the way to full recovery.