Pets can be pretty cool. There is always a story to tell when it comes to being a pet owner.
I sit here, looking
at the fat and furry 11 year old cat, "Lil Kitty" on my lap and begin
to reminisce how she came into our lives.
Late one Tuesday
night I was fast asleep in my bed. Then the stupid cat woke me up, that same
darn cat that we had picked up in an illegal dump spot 3 weeks back. The
gorgeous little calico was skin and bone at the time, scrounging around in the
rubbish looking for anything to eat.
I went and picked
her up, and unlike a regular stray who would want to squirm and runaway, she
purred. I climbed back in the car, turned to my mom and said "we've just
got to take her home with us mommy". How stupid was I? We got home, and I
jumped out to open the gate, our dogs used to chase cats, so we carefully kept
the car windows and doors closed. She looked out the window, saw the dogs, and
I swear, from outside the closed car I heard that little fireball hissing at
the dogs.
We tried to catch
her in the car to take her into the house, but she wouldnt be caught. So we
opened the door and hoped the dogs wouldnt catch her. Boy were we wrong, the
stupid cat jumped out the car, tail and back all fluffed up, and ran straight
at the barking dogs, like a little ninja kitty she swiped and pricked both dogs
on their noses. It was like something out of a slapstick cartoon, the dogs
yelped and went running the other direction and this skinny little cat hissing
and chasing after them. Well, that solved the whole problem with the dogs
chasing cats.
So we let the cat
follow us into the house, to come meet our big fat ginger cat. Old Prince was
not impressed at having this new cat in the house, and this new cat, rather
than try to make friends with Prince (our big fat ginger) decided to attack
him. So we opened the window and let her out. She went outside, used the sand
pit, and came back inside. We had never felt so owned by a cat! After a few
days she made peace with Prince.
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| Me, Mommy Cat and Kentucky the Chicken |
Jump forward 3 weeks, this stupid cat has taken to sleeping on my bed. She's also gotten fairly fat and healthy now, and she sleeps on my feet. If I dare move, she attaches my feet. So I learn to sleep really still. Then she starts bringing in "kills", snakes, mice, and birds in the middle of the night. So the one night when I was particularly tired at about 2am, I rolled over and heard yet another thud and a bird screaming, turned on my light and got the fright of my life. It wasn't a bird, it was a brand new kitten, and the second one was half way out of the cat. This cat was actually having kittens on my bed. We got a box, put a towel in it and put the cat and her kittens into the box.
We didnt get much
sleep that night, and the cat had 5 kittens.
She mellowed out
becoming a much nicer cat in time, and earned herself the name Mommy Cat, for
obvious reasons. We let all but one of the kittens go to new homes.
The one we kept was
a "mini-me" of Mommy Cat and got the name "Lil Kitty".
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| Mommy Cat and Lil Kitty |
But the story of Lil
Kitty's character will come another day.
