BABY KITTEHS!

And my quest for more feline companions!

 We have three little baby kitties and a Mama cat living under the patio furniture we have stacked up under the grape arbor. There are two grey tiger kittens, and an orange one. Sam and I have been feeding them for the past few days. Our goal is to lure them all into the domestic lifestyle, get them up to date on shots, fixed or spayed, and ultimately find them good homes. (If nothing else, that means the neighborhood won’t get overrun by stray feral cats. Especially if we get Mama Cat. ) We can’t possibly keep them all, due to the number of felines we already have occupying our home. 

We have our two cats, Cooper and Claudio. Then we have my friend’s mom’s cats, Conan and Buttons. My friend’s mom asked us to take them in for a little while, while she moved. She was moving from Connecticut to North Carolina, but I guess when she got down to the house she placed a winning bid on, she found that it was basically rotting from the inside out. Looked good in pictures, but not worth the money when she got there. Now she’s talking about building a house instead. In Maine. Soooo… Conan and Buttons are going to be here on an extended stay? IDK.

Conan is the most adorable rollie-pollie bear kitty ever! I wouldn’t mind keeping him for ever. lol But….I also want baby cats? You know what. Fuck it. I’m just going to be a crazy cat lady. I’m going to kick Sam out, live the life of a single spinster and just take in all of the neighborhood cats I can find. (God I hope this plan doesn’t wind up with me smelling like cat pee.) 

I’ve lured one of the babies in today. The orange one. I can’t tell yet if he is the badass of the littler, or the dumbass. When I started putting food out for them, the two grey kittens looked at the dish and kept their distance. Kind of like, "Um…. I don’t know about this, guys." Meanwhile, the orange one just kind of marches right up with the attitude of, "FUCK THAT! Free food?? I’m there! Move bitch- get out the way!" 

I can appreciate an animal that has the same appreciation for food that I do. 

Actually, that’s exactly how I picked my last hamster. Jess would remember, because we were living together. I was getting a ham, and after we got to the pet store, she saw how adorable they all were and decided she wanted to get one, too. So we went in on a bigger and better cage, and ended up getting all three of the tiny dwarf hamsters that were for sale. Mine, oh man. That hamster knew where it was at! Looking at what the pet store had to offer, I immediately had my heart set on the chubby little black and white dwarf hamster, sitting inside the food dish, stuffing his cheeks to full capacity. Like, his cheeks were at least twice his body width. He turned and looked at me with his cheeks full, and I swear we had a connection. I named him Button (don’t confuse him with the cat, Buttons) and I loved that hamster so much. That thing had personality. And by personality, I mean he was a dick. He totally stole all the food. 

But yeah. Any fuzzy thing that bosses up all the food? Totally adorable in my book. 

Although our goal is find homes for all the kittens, I totally want to keep Chester. (Nelson? Chandler? Chupicabra? Copernicus? Casanova? Crackers? CRATOS KITTEN OF STRENGTH AND POWER? We’re trying to find a good ‘C’ name. So he fits in with the other boy kitties.) (I just hope he doesn’t turn out to be a dick. Then I’ll probably just end up calling him, "Hey Asshole!" ) I don’t know if we should necessarily be considering keeping five cats on board, but if I can convince Sam that Crackers is the most adorable thing in the world, we’ll make room for him. Because, seriously. Too cute for words. 

Pictures are going to come soon. Of all of them. 

Gonna have to convince the other kitties that our home is awesome for them soon. They should really all be together. Tomorrow will probably be the day! 

So yeah. That’s my cat dilemma.

ALW