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Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty

As I mentioned here 2014 will be the year of bloggers, for bloggers. Influenced by this, this, this and this, and dedicated to Arden at Writing While Wineing, please enjoy the following. 

I feel bad. I’m kinda new to Arden and her site. I’ve followed Arden for some time, but not keeping up like a good reader should. It wasn’t until I saw a Caturday post that I became instantly hooked. I’ve got some major catching up to do. After a little bit of research I’m very impressed. She started her site originally as a way to vent about “crummy co-workers” (I know a thing or two about that!) but over time it has moved towards a mainly fiction based site. That’s some very impressive growth; some we all could think about striving towards.

lolcat
lolcat (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Anyways, Back to the Cats!

I have a bit of a past. How about I let you into the mind of an addict for a moment. I spent a lot of time at the bar. At one point it was nearly every night. I knew I had a problem, but I wasn’t really ready to fix it, at least not properly. I thought to myself I know, I’ll get a cat. If I had an animal to take care of I’d have more reason to go home instead of out on the town. The main problem with this line of thinking is the fact that I decided to get a CAT. You know how hard it is to take care of a cat? Yeah, not that hard. At the least you can leave the cat food bag within reach and the toilet seat up. If you happen to be out of food they will chase after bugs and critters. So, this was a horrible idea, other than I like cats. I did get a surprise from the kitty I got though.

I friend from work let me adopt a cat he had running around his country home. They had named her Lisa, from The Simpsons. After I had her for a few days I decided to rename her Bug, which was short for Love Bug. She was always purring and forever on top of me. A really sweet girl. What we didn’t realize though is she was knocked up when I brought her home. She wasn’t eating that much food but she kept on getting bigger and bigger, but just around the waist. I told them about it and we all figured out what was happening. I was about to become a Faddah.

It was around midnight when it happened. This is what I ended up with…

mama feeding
Blurry photo of my new family. Bug and kittens,

Now, these cute little things eventually learned how to hop, crawl and jump out of this box causing me to actually have to come home to check on them, so …my original plan kinda worked, for a moment. I immediately starting posting pictures on Facebook, in the hopes that some of my friends would like to adopt them. I lived in a studio apartment at the time, and these kittens weren’t going to work out. This is the day that they learned how to get out of their box…

 

Here you can see four of the five. One went to a friend and the other went somewhere else. I can't remember, I did drink a lot back then.
Here you can see four of the five. One went to a friend and the other went somewhere else. I can’t remember, I did drink a lot back then.
Cute little girls. The siamesse looking one had a twin, she was in the above picture. The white one kinda looked like the banjo kid from Deliverance, except dumber. I didn't like the white one at all.
Cute little girls. The Siamese looking one had a twin, she was in the above picture. The white one kinda looked like the banjo kid from Deliverance, except dumber. I didn’t like the white one at all.
Little Grey with her Mama. This was my favorite.
Little Grey with her Mama. This was my favorite.
Little Grey. You can't tell here, but she had the best personality.
Little Grey. You can’t tell here, but she had the best personality.

Two of them were adopted and two others became farm cats. The white one was a different story. He got kicked out of my apartment after clawing my feet in the middle of the night one too many times. I do feel bad about that now.

I ended up giving the mama cat back to her original owners. They really missed her and wanted her back anyway, so everything worked out. I am no longer catless though. I ended up adopting my moms cat, Mini, a couple of years ago.

Mini is my Featured Image.

She is usually right next to me. This is what it’s like for me to watch television.

Yeah, she's keeping my legs warm for me.
Yeah, she’s keeping my legs warm for me.

And, this is what it’s like for me to surf the net, or write this post…

Mini, forever curled up.
Mini, forever curled up.

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Who teacheth us more than the beasts of the earth, and maketh us wiser than the fowls of heaven? ~ Job 35: 11

10 thoughts on “Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty

  1. Banjo kid from Deliverance? I may never look at certain cats the same way again.

    Mini is beautiful 🙂

  2. As an almost-alcoholic (one more month back in 1990, and I’d probably never have come out of it) and a descendent from a long line of alcoholics, I can assure you that you did the right thing in getting the help of Jesus to stop drinking and smoking. That was the only way that any of my relatives were able to survive, and it gave us an extra 15 years with my dad. (Long story, but miracles tend to be long stories.)

    As usual, WordPress hates me and I can’t see this screen — pictures of cats overlap the words I’m typing. I always knew cats were out to get me!

      1. I’m not saying cats are evil. I’m just reminding you that if they had opposable thumbs, they would kill you.

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