STRAY CAT SAGA
I'm thinking that I've been too busy this past week to properly share with you the Saga of the Stray Cat.
The stray that had been living with us for about a month got outside one night while I was taking out the recycling and didn't come back. I sort of took on a "woo hoo!" mentality, as the cat wasn't ours to begin with. However, Lisa was absolutely beside herself with anguish over what might have happened to Little Cat Long Cat. She even called the Humane Society to look for her, something I didn't agree with based on the simple notion that it wasn't our cat, so why were we trying to rescue it from the shelter?
Well, this past Saturday, the two of us were out for a walk and spotted the cat in almost the very same place we had first found her. It became clear to us that she had a home all along, and that we had taken her from it under the guise of 'saving her from starvation'. We petted the cat, told it we hoped it had a good life, and went on our way. But the cat followed us. She followed us for about 4 blocks until we finally managed to lose her.
Just last night, while Lisa and Justin were on their way out to the store, Little Cat Long Cat came running in the front door as they opened it. She was jubilant, "Yay! Look who's back, Shari!" I grunted. Great. We're now sharing a cat. I'm totally down with kitties, don't get me wrong, but this one pissed me off in the sense that she seemed to be using us. Eat our cats' cat food, sleep on our warm beds, and then bolt out the door not to bee seen for hours, days, or weeks. Regardless of how I felt, I didn't toss the cat out the door. She stayed the night with us, settling back in to our feline sanctuary.
When I got home from work last night, I didn't notice her hanging around. I greeted my two other cats (Lisa's two cats have been living with my parents since the Stray Cat Saga began), but she was nowhere to be found. I didn't worry about it too much, figuring she must have gotten out when Lisa left for work. I headed up to my room and didn't cop out on my workout as I had been planning (go, me!). I did what I had to do, showered, and hopped on the 'net for a minute. After Lisa got home from work, the night proceeded in a very usual way until Lisa realized that the Little Cat wasn't around. She asked if I had let her out, and I told her that I hadn't seen her since I'd been home. She looked around in a few of the cats' favourite hiding spots to no avail.
As we were getting ready to go see the movie, Lisa had to go into the spare bedroom to look for something. She shrieked and came running in to my room. "Shari! Little Cat has babies!"
She was afraid to look at them. Once, when we were very little girls, our cat had kittens and had eaten one of them. When we found her stash of babies, they were already a few days old, and we found a tiny paw at the bottom of the box. It was a pretty traumatic experience for a little kid, and I guess Lisa's never gotten over it. She suggested that we just close the door and wait for Ben to arrive so that he could bravely take a look at them.
"Eff that." I said to her. That was crazy talk. A 25 and a 23 year old, respectively, should be able to drum up the courage to look at a box of freaking kittens. I told her we'd go in and look together, and we did.
We found 3 perfectly happy, perfectly healthy, perfectly cute little baby kitties in the box with Little Cat Long Cat, suckin' at the teats. I took a few pics, which I will post tonight.
On one hand, "Doh! More kitties than ever!!!"
Yet on the other, "Baby Kitties!!!"
What's even better is that Oliver and Jack are being perfect gentlemen with regard to the kittens. The clearly know that they're there and aren't trying to bother them in the least. We've got the door to the room closed now, and my poor boys just sit outside looking sad. They wanna chill out with their step-babies.
The stray that had been living with us for about a month got outside one night while I was taking out the recycling and didn't come back. I sort of took on a "woo hoo!" mentality, as the cat wasn't ours to begin with. However, Lisa was absolutely beside herself with anguish over what might have happened to Little Cat Long Cat. She even called the Humane Society to look for her, something I didn't agree with based on the simple notion that it wasn't our cat, so why were we trying to rescue it from the shelter?
Well, this past Saturday, the two of us were out for a walk and spotted the cat in almost the very same place we had first found her. It became clear to us that she had a home all along, and that we had taken her from it under the guise of 'saving her from starvation'. We petted the cat, told it we hoped it had a good life, and went on our way. But the cat followed us. She followed us for about 4 blocks until we finally managed to lose her.
Just last night, while Lisa and Justin were on their way out to the store, Little Cat Long Cat came running in the front door as they opened it. She was jubilant, "Yay! Look who's back, Shari!" I grunted. Great. We're now sharing a cat. I'm totally down with kitties, don't get me wrong, but this one pissed me off in the sense that she seemed to be using us. Eat our cats' cat food, sleep on our warm beds, and then bolt out the door not to bee seen for hours, days, or weeks. Regardless of how I felt, I didn't toss the cat out the door. She stayed the night with us, settling back in to our feline sanctuary.
When I got home from work last night, I didn't notice her hanging around. I greeted my two other cats (Lisa's two cats have been living with my parents since the Stray Cat Saga began), but she was nowhere to be found. I didn't worry about it too much, figuring she must have gotten out when Lisa left for work. I headed up to my room and didn't cop out on my workout as I had been planning (go, me!). I did what I had to do, showered, and hopped on the 'net for a minute. After Lisa got home from work, the night proceeded in a very usual way until Lisa realized that the Little Cat wasn't around. She asked if I had let her out, and I told her that I hadn't seen her since I'd been home. She looked around in a few of the cats' favourite hiding spots to no avail.
As we were getting ready to go see the movie, Lisa had to go into the spare bedroom to look for something. She shrieked and came running in to my room. "Shari! Little Cat has babies!"
She was afraid to look at them. Once, when we were very little girls, our cat had kittens and had eaten one of them. When we found her stash of babies, they were already a few days old, and we found a tiny paw at the bottom of the box. It was a pretty traumatic experience for a little kid, and I guess Lisa's never gotten over it. She suggested that we just close the door and wait for Ben to arrive so that he could bravely take a look at them.
"Eff that." I said to her. That was crazy talk. A 25 and a 23 year old, respectively, should be able to drum up the courage to look at a box of freaking kittens. I told her we'd go in and look together, and we did.
We found 3 perfectly happy, perfectly healthy, perfectly cute little baby kitties in the box with Little Cat Long Cat, suckin' at the teats. I took a few pics, which I will post tonight.
On one hand, "Doh! More kitties than ever!!!"
Yet on the other, "Baby Kitties!!!"
What's even better is that Oliver and Jack are being perfect gentlemen with regard to the kittens. The clearly know that they're there and aren't trying to bother them in the least. We've got the door to the room closed now, and my poor boys just sit outside looking sad. They wanna chill out with their step-babies.