Alright, I dont think I have told you about the kitties at my house. For my whole life I have loved cats, especially kittens. As a child, I would get a kitty, and a few days later, the cute little thing would "run away". I'm still not sure what exactly that means, and I like to think that my dads hands are completel innocent, but... hummmm.... well.. anyway...
On Lauras first birthday in this home, our first home btw, we got her a little black kitty. He was promptly named Midnight. He is a good cat, and has been so tolerant of all of us. He is now about 13 yrs old, or 93 yrs old in cat years, and he is still hanging in there. One of his eyes is blind, and he broke his leg awhile ago, so he limps, poor fella. He has also aquired a few more names. My favorite is "stinky", and dh calls him "the professor" or "Professor Gee Gah dwah" ( I dont know why, I think it has to do with the Pink Panther Movies somehow) Once we got cat #2, midnight also became "big kitty" or "big".
So that brings us to Ozlo, our orange kitty. We got him for Jacobs birthday in 06. Oz is kinda psycho and he talks alot, but he is rather entertaining... He is alson known as "Tiny".
Then, last January it got really, really cold. Colder then you think it should be. Kim heard a little meow-ing in the old home she was living in. She and her room mate eventually found this little kitty that had somehow managed to get in between the walls of that house. Since it was a rental, they couldn't keep the cat, so the Provo kitty had to come here to live "until they found her owner". (does it strike you funny this it the reverse of "the kitty ran away"?) Anyway to get to the point, this little calico kitty is the sweetest little friend for me. We never knew her name, but when she would greet me at the door, I would always call her sweetie, so that is what we call her. Sweetie. She broke her tail last week. I keep asking her how, but she refuses to say. It's not too much of a surprise, because she is so curious and so adventurous. But this resulted in her tail having to being amputated. Poor little thing. I'm not sure I will post a picture, lest it upset you, or if you are like jacob, you'll laugh for a long time. So that is the "tail". She is back to normal, watching me sew and prepare dinner from her box in the window sill and purring on my lap. She keeps me from getting lonely when everyone is gone. Stinky and Oz dont care if I am lonely. That is why sweetie is my favorite.
On Lauras first birthday in this home, our first home btw, we got her a little black kitty. He was promptly named Midnight. He is a good cat, and has been so tolerant of all of us. He is now about 13 yrs old, or 93 yrs old in cat years, and he is still hanging in there. One of his eyes is blind, and he broke his leg awhile ago, so he limps, poor fella. He has also aquired a few more names. My favorite is "stinky", and dh calls him "the professor" or "Professor Gee Gah dwah" ( I dont know why, I think it has to do with the Pink Panther Movies somehow) Once we got cat #2, midnight also became "big kitty" or "big".
So that brings us to Ozlo, our orange kitty. We got him for Jacobs birthday in 06. Oz is kinda psycho and he talks alot, but he is rather entertaining... He is alson known as "Tiny".
Then, last January it got really, really cold. Colder then you think it should be. Kim heard a little meow-ing in the old home she was living in. She and her room mate eventually found this little kitty that had somehow managed to get in between the walls of that house. Since it was a rental, they couldn't keep the cat, so the Provo kitty had to come here to live "until they found her owner". (does it strike you funny this it the reverse of "the kitty ran away"?) Anyway to get to the point, this little calico kitty is the sweetest little friend for me. We never knew her name, but when she would greet me at the door, I would always call her sweetie, so that is what we call her. Sweetie. She broke her tail last week. I keep asking her how, but she refuses to say. It's not too much of a surprise, because she is so curious and so adventurous. But this resulted in her tail having to being amputated. Poor little thing. I'm not sure I will post a picture, lest it upset you, or if you are like jacob, you'll laugh for a long time. So that is the "tail". She is back to normal, watching me sew and prepare dinner from her box in the window sill and purring on my lap. She keeps me from getting lonely when everyone is gone. Stinky and Oz dont care if I am lonely. That is why sweetie is my favorite.
3 comments:
LOL, poor sweetie. You tell her tragedy so well!
Hello connie, I am connie from Texas. I am so glad that you came to my blog for a visit today. I am eager to get to know more about you and you, me, Hope you have a wonderful weekend. connie
aww, that is so sad. Sweetie sounds like the perfect little friend. Reading about the kitties really made me miss my little oliver and leroy. it's only been a week since I last saw them but the cat food isle at walmart almost brought me to tears yesterday:(
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