Kitten Portal

Remember when I said last March, my person-daddy found a batch of week old kittens in a shed near the house and brought them home?  My person-parents thought they were done with kittens with the first batch they'd ever found in the 10 years of living in this house because they could not catch their cat-mama and therefore, supposed her to be dead.  Then they started to wonder if they were done when a few months later, I showed up in a second batch of kittens, with my five brothers and sisters.  Then they thought they might be done with kittens showing up because they caught my real cat-mama and fixed her.  Except that the next day, they saw another mama with three older kittens in tow.

 Now, they've thrown their hands up in the air and wonder if they're EVER going to be done with kittens because a few days ago, a very pregnant mama cat with no apparent owner but a real affection for humans showed up on their doorstep.  They took her in, so she could have the babies in safety and she and all of her babies could then be given away when the kittens are old enough.  I'm pretty sure there's a kitten magnet in the house or maybe a portal to the kitten dimension nearby that opened up last March, and that it will NEVER be closed.  Isn't that so much fun?

Super Kitty!

I'm Super Kitty.  No, really.  You don't believe me.  Just to prove how super I am, I went zooming around the house in a cape.  It kind of scared me, actually, because it was a plastic bag, and it was sort of an accident that I wore it like a cape.  Kind of freaked me out and everybody else, too.  But I got into it and out of it all by myself.  That just shows you how awesome I am.

See, I have claws like Wolverine.  Okay, so maybe they're a little shorter, but when they claw you in the neck, you'll be sure they're Wolvie-sized claws.  I can climb like Spider-Man.  Mostly people, floor to shoulder, but chairs and Christmas trees and everything else are no problem for a super kitty like me.  And I fly like Superman.  Clearly, I do because one minute, I'm sitting, staring up at the cheese from the ground, and the next, I'm soaring up to your shoulder to land gracefully--sort of--and beg for food.  I'm at home in the dark and have night vision like Batman, and I don't even need goggles.  And I have a great secret identity.  Cute, cuddly kitty by night, crazy nut soaring around the house by night.  You'd never know it was me.  See.  I'm just awesome.  Who needs another superhero when you have me?

Good bye, sweet jungle gym

Ruthie the kitten here again.  People say I'm a cat, but I still look like I'm not a day over three months.  And I don't think I wanna grow much more because my person loves me this size.  Besides, my mom didn't look big enough to have babies.  So I'll just stay a kitten forever, and everyone's happy.  This is great for someone who likes kittens.

Which brings me to the most awesome thing in the universe.  My people brought us a jungle gym.  It's an awesome thing.  Green with stiff, prickly branches. kind of triangular in shape.  I think it's supposed to be a tree or something, but it doesn't smell like a tree.  Smells like plastic.  Lots and lots of shiny, dangly stuff all over it.  These awesome, gold and silver balls that glitter in the light.  Little glowing lights everywhere, and a glorious frilly doll with wings at the top.  It was awesome to behold.

But even better to hide in.  And man, can those balls fly.  And the crashing, shattering sound is very satisfying.  Do you know that three or four of us almost-old-enough-to-be-cat types can fit in our favorite jungle gym at the SAME TIME?  And when we do, those pretty, dangly things fly EVERYWHERE.  It's a whole lot of fun.  We chase each other everywhere in it, climbing up and down and all around, killing everything in sight.  SO much fun.  My favorite thing was when I climbed all the way to the top and got that pretty frilly doll with wings at the top.  Pulled her right over.  So much fun.  But my people weren't so happy with me that day.  Not sure why.

Then our silly people put stuff wrapped in fragile, crinkly paper under our favorite jungle gym.  You wouldn't believe how easily and satisfyingly that paper shreds.  And then they put those packages in big, plastic bags to try to protect them from us.  Silly people.  They don't seem to know we can shred plastic, too, and climb inside to get to that wonderful, shreddable paper.  So much fun.  Our people are so thoughtful, bringing us all this entertaining stuff.

But then the stuff started disappearing, first the packages underneath.  The people got all mad at us for shredding that paper, and now, they shredded it themselves.  It just doesn't make any sense.  And now, the pretty dangly things are disappearing off the tree thing.   I wonder if the jungle gym is going next.  It was so much fun while it lasted.  I can't figure people out some days.  I wonder when it's coming back again.

Jeckyll and Hyde

I'm a sweet kitten.  I'm almost a sweet cat, almost six months old, but you wouldn't know it to look at me.  One of my nicknames is Nermal, like from the comic strip "Garfield" because I'm so cute and endearing.  I love other cats.  I love the dogs, even the visiting big border collie most of the cats and even the other dogs can't stand.  My brother is all about Mommy.  He is as old as I am, but he still sits around pretending he's a kitten nursing on Mommy whenever he can get away with it because Mommy left us to be adopted early.  But if anyone else tries to pick him up, he wants to go back to Mommy.  But I'm happy wherever I am.  I curl up on or by whomever I am near.   Even if you're a stranger, if you pick me up and rub my belly, I'll be motorized jelly in your hands, flopping and purring because you loved me.  Everybody loves me because I love everybody.  And I'm a particularly tiny cat with a cute, pudgy face, so you can't resist when I purr at you.

But everything changes the millisecond you bring out the turkey or the bologna or the cheese or anything I even sort of like to eat.  Then I Hyde.  I don't hide.  I become an insane, ravening monster likely to tear through you if you stand between me and my cheese.  I will claw you, bite you, take you out because you are a mere distraction on the way to devouring my prey.  Most cats get interested in food.  Might even steal it from you.  I kill for food.

But if the food goes away, I will snuggle up to whatever I have left of you and tell you how much I love you.  It's how I roll.

My Mommy

                                                        Mama, just after she was fixed.

                                                                 Only existing photo

I get to have my first Thanksgiving tomorrow.  I would like to say that I'm sharing it with my cat mama, but she died just a month ago.  My person mama liked having her around, liked feeding her every day.  But then my cat mama, named Mama, darted out into the middle of the road and was hit.  I have a happy life.  I have my brother here.  Another cat brother moved in.  I'm surrounded by four-legged friends and two-legged friends.  They take good care of me.  I even got a Thanksgiving feast of raw chicken bits until I felt too fat to keep eating, but I kept eating, anyway.  But nothing seems right now Mama's gone.  We weren't even close.  I haven't seen her much since I was little.  She was outside, mostly.  I was in.  But the sadness creeps in sometimes.  Especially on holidays.

Fuzzy Shoulder Angel

I am so tiny, I have a hard time seeing anything above ankle level.  I'm even smaller than my brother from the same litter, a little shorter but 1/3 his weight.  I don't like that I can't see anything, especially when I smell food.  So when Mommy is making lunch, I climb her leg from the floor to her shoulder to watch what she's doing.  I'm ready to assist her in eating meat and cheese at a moment's notice because I'm sweet that way.  I really like helping. But sometimes, people get kind of upset when I try to climb them with my little claws.  I don't get it.  I guess they don't understand how sweet I can be for them in case they have any extra food.  All I want to do is sit like a shoulder angel and descend like a predator onto unsuspecting cheese.  I guess I'll go climb Mommy instead.  

Companion Cat

My people heard of a sweet, elderly lady who was sad that her husband had died. The daughter of this sweet lady was worried that she was all alone and needed someone to live for and be her friend.  So she called and asked about us kittens.  The sweet lady wanted a girl kitten, but the only ones left [other than me] were boys.  But then my people decided to give away the cat in the picture, Cleo, to help that sweet lady get her smile back.

The sweet lady showed up, ready for Cleo with an entire box of cat food.  And now, that lady has someone to love and someone to live for.  And Cleo no longer has to fight with the dogs, who chased her around, or us kittens, who she didn't like very well.  I think she'll be much happier there.  I'm much happier with her there, too, because she no longer hisses at me.  Have a happy life, Cleo and sweet lady!