Former feral Hissy Fit Jones is still, at heart, a homeless cat.
Though he’s been an inside only cat since about 4 months old (he’ll be 9 years come next spring), he never fully acclimated to the domestic lifestyle as did Little Girl who was also born to a feral mama.
Don’t get me wrong. He does love affection- on his terms. Those terms usually involve me lying down and his rooting some other cat out of the way so he can lie on top of me and let me scratch his head and neck. Oh, and his chin. He loves to have his chin scratched.
But if I try to show a bit of affection to Mr. Hiss in the daytime, this is what I’ll see.
Oh, my dear sweet Hissy Fit Jones. If only you’d trust me.
30 thoughts on “The Many Faces of Hissy Fit Jones”
I must say our Marbles though never feral and almost 15 is the same..always on her terms..she will let you fawn all over her on the couch but many’s the time i have wished i had chainmail socks when walking around the house…she has what i call shitatude..i gave up years ago 😂
Ouch! I’m glad I don’t have one like that! June Buggie is the worst but his attacks always come when I’m still.
hw reminds me so much of Felix, the cat of my BFF… he had a feral soul for his whole life and I laughed when I saw that he bit all people who entered his territory… although I was the victim too…
I once had a Doberman who would bite people when they left her territory, but that wasn’t as funny.
My mom’s cat bites those who invade his personal space without his consent. My biters save their gnawing for me.
yes, very much like glen frye, my rescue cat
Oh, and with a name like that you’d think he’d be a smooth crooner….
Yeah, I have one of those too. Even being besties with the other friendly cats didn’t convince Hazel to be nicer to people.
My poor Lil’ Hiss- I just feel bad that he spends so much of his life in fear.
Our cat Flash was a little like that. We named him Flash because if you tried to pet him he was gone in a Flash. Eventually he warmed up to me, and surprisingly my mother who came to visit for a few days once a year, but never my wife.
Now that is odd. Choosing a stranger over someone who is with you every day? Cats have their ways and we humans will never understand them.
So true. I think my mother’s mannerisms are calm and laid back, similar to mine, while my wife has a more forceful personality.
What a kid!
Sometimes I imagine he is what Harry Potter would be like were he a cat.
Our Zoey is like that. After 8 years in the house, she still doesn’t totally trust anyone.
Ah Zoe! But she trusts you will feed her and give her safe space, or else she would have booked out the door a long time ago.
Such an expressive face, I had one called Shadow because when you attempted to pet her all you saw was her shadow as she went under something or over something. She was never feral just full of cattitude, when she wanted petting she put your hand where she needed it when she was done if you liked your hand you removed it from her body quickly..
Hmmmmmm…… sounds like the red and white striped sleeves I’ve been known to wear on occasion…. on my skin! LOL
I love hissy….this is wonderful!
Hissy Fit Jones is an enigma.
Know what you mean. We have an ex-ferral kitty who’s 10. He turned up starving and near to death. We fed him, he moved in and it took 3 months for him to allow us to touch him! He now adores love very much on his own terms and often will pretend not to know you run off in a panic 😉
Oh yeah, that’s just like HFJ! But who’s the first to turn up for treats? He waits patiently in his special spot for me to bring the container ’round.
Some critters never adapt fully to being ‘rescued.’ As long as they are well cared for and happy, I guess the bottom line is that is the best you can hope for at any given time.
I guess you’re right. It’s not like he’s going anywhere without me.
Mee-you Hissy Fit Joness iss like mee…or mee iss like him!! Mee was born inn a barn to a Feral Mumma (Tori) an mee Pappaw King George who lived inn thee barn butt was not feral. Mee an me efursibss were taken away at 6 weeks of age because wee were all dealthlee sick! Mee almost died. Mee NEVURR went back to thee barn again. Mee did live inn thee house at thee farm fur a month an then came to LadyMum’ss place. So mee not supposed to bee wild or feral butt mee still has a streek of feral/wild inn mee. LadyMum has to use Bach’ss Rescue Remedy on mee a lot an thee Feliway iss all wayss plugged inn….
At leest mee has not bitten her since January…that all most got mee rite back to thee farm mee can tell you Lady Jenn! LadyMum lets mee come to her on mee terms an fingss werkin better now.
Hissy Fit give yur Mumma a chance! Shee iss a sweet Mumma!
***nose rubsss*** Siddhartha Henry xxxx
I’m glad you’re no longer biting, Siddhartha Henry, Biting is not good. June Buggie bites me on the chin. He says he’s just trying to keep fleas off of me, but I don’t buy it.
What is with the biting on the chin and nose and the totally innocent look as you are going OW! What was that for?My Whiskers bites me then pat my cheek after wards aaargh!
Mr. Hissy Fit Jones reminds me of Thanksgiving dinner with family members: everyone has that grandparent, parent, uncle, or aunt whom you’ll never change – especially if they’re in their later stages of life. Instead, we just continue loving them, passing the mashed potatoes, and not insisting on more than that. I’d say the same applies to Mr. Hissy Fit Jones: continue to love him, pass the metaphorical mashed potatoes, and not insist on more affection than what he gives. That’s what I also do with my good friend’s temperamental cat. 🙂
That sounds like how my family views me! 😂😂😂
Too cute !