Mildly Sane Feline Women

When I was born, my mother had a cat named Kitty.  She was a great cat.  She was 21 when she passed away.  It was hard on my mother, since she had Kitty many, many years before I came around.  It took Mom six years before she even thought about getting another cat.

When Mom was finally ready, she went to Craigslist and found someone who was giving away free kittens.  She looked at the pictures of the cats and decided that she did not want the tan-colored one.  When she arrived to pick up a kitty, the tan-colored one was the only one left.  She took the cat anyway, believing this was the one she was meant to have.  He ended up being the best cat.

We named him Shasta.

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Shasta is the man of the house, and you better believe that he let everyone know that when they came in.  But, he’s a big softy.  Everybody loves Shasta.  He didn’t like anyone at first, but now he tolerates them.  Mom and I know he loves the other cats, but he doesn’t want them to know that.  He is very lovable.  He loves to give head-butts, and he loves laying on Mom’s chest and neck.  He knows what, “Do you want to go outside?” means, and just like a dog, will run to the door.  He loves being outside, and knows how to get our attention when he wants to come in (by climbing on the screen door).  His birthday is July 26th, but we brought him home on September 17th of 2012.

One morning, when we moved to Virginia, my mother woke me up with, “Come here!  I have something to show you.”  I followed her to the other side of the house, and I peeked outside to see a mother cat with her four babies laying on our stairs.  We decided that it was best if we brought them inside on account of the rain.  After chasing the cats around our house for a good hour or so, we caught our first baby on July 9th, 2014.

We named him Sam.

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Shasta didn’t take to Sam right away.  It took some getting used to, knowing that Sam was going to be around for a while, but after some time, Shasta became Sam’s big brother.  Sam, like Shasta, loves to be on Mom’s chest.  He also loves to chew on her necklaces and ears.  He has a loud meow, and will make you know he’s there, and do what he wants you to do.  I don’t know if he likes being picked up, but I can’t help it.  He’s just going to have to get used to it.  He’s got cute little puffy cheeks that makes him look like he’s constantly smiling.

After almost a month of getting to know Sam, we caught our next kitten on August 5th, 2014.

This is Charlie.

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He is the most photogenic cat.  I seriously don’t think I’ve ever taken a bad photo of him.  He may have something wrong with both of his right legs, but that doesn’t stop him.  He’s a fast little kitty.  And sweet.  He doesn’t like to be picked up, but he’s so cute and cuddly, we can’t resist.  We have to be careful when we put him down.  If we’re not careful, he falls over.  He too has quite a loud meow, which he uses mostly around feeding time.  He’s part Siamese (Siamese snowshoe, I believe).  Everybody picks on Charlie, but he loves them anyway.

Mom cat (who we started calling Mama), had been outside this whole time with a white cat, and a cat that looks like Sam.  We had put out food for them on our porch, and little by little, they were creeping up to the door.  Well, after much luring, we got our third cat on August 20th, 2014.

Meet Jackie.

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When we first brought her in, she did not like us.  She just would not come near us at all.  Mom named her Jack, at first, since we didn’t know if she was a boy or a girl, because her eye patch made Mom think of Jack Sparrow.  Luckily, Jack could quickly change to Jackie.  After a while, a long while, she warmed up to us, and now, she loves to be around Mom.  And my goodness does she love to have her picture taken.  Every time she sees the camera, she gets right up to it and does something cute.  She is very hyper, type A, and a bully.  She always picks a fight.  We think she was born first.  She’s quite the dominant kitty.

Mom and I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to get the last two cats inside.  Finally, after moving the food farther and farther into the house, we got ’em.  It was tough because they were so apprehensive, but on August 23rd, 2014, we did it.

This is Socks.

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Socks is still very skittish.  If you make one tiny move, she goes straight under a bed, or the couch, or into a corner.  She won’t come to us, and won’t let us come to her.  I’m surprised we got this picture.  I may have had a long lens.  She’s cute.  I do catch her from time to time, and when I do, I hold her and pet her and kiss her and love on her.  She’s fine, until she realizes she’s being held.  She’s our smallest cat.  Jackie is the biggest, even bigger than Shasta.  Shasta’s a different kind of cat, though.  He’s solid, Jackie is heavy.

And last but not least, Mama.

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Mama is strange.  One minute she’s cleaning her kids, and the next, she’s swiping and growling and hissing at them.  She’s hyper and crazy, and loves to be pet.  And bite our legs.  She has the cutest little meow.  It’s so quiet and timid.  She’s fat so she can’t jump up on things very easily.  We think it has something to do with her intestines/stomach.  She’s not pregnant, we’ve already ruled that out.  She’s a sweet and lovable cat, and we can’t believe someone would ever want to get rid of her.  Maybe they got rid of her because she was pregnant.  Oh well, their loss, our gain.

Mom did not want six cats.  She was talking about getting rid of Jackie, Socks, and Mama at one point.  But as you can see, we still have them.  They turned out to be great, sweet, funny, loving cats.  Mom said to me a few hours ago, “I ask these cats all the time if they’re glad they came inside.”

I bet they are.

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