Because I am a queen of Cait Sidhe...
So I have a new cat. This was unplanned, but it is not that much more expensive to feed one more cat, and she needed us. We are not 100% for sure keeping her yet - it's kind of waiting on her FIV/FeLV tests, because we can't afford to infect our other cats - but if that comes back clear... yeah, she's almost definitely staying with us.
Her name is Morrigan, and she is a lilac tortoiseshell Siamese mix... a little darker than the weird green lighting in that photo shows. We're pretty sure she's May's sister - she's probably the same age, has the same Siamese facial features and giant ears, and genetics that are frankly very unlikely to find in a random stray (half the cats on the property look like they're some variety of Siamese mix, so we figure someone must have dumped one or several at some point in the past). She also has the same demanding, imperious Siamese personality, so at this point there's very little doubt.
She showed up a couple days after the incident with May and her kittens and the police, obviously pregnant and way, way too skinny. She wouldn't come any closer than sniffing my fingers that day, but I fed her some and kept an eye out for her, and she came back the next day.
That time she let me pet her, so I picked her up by the scruff of the neck and brought her inside... where she promptly flipped out, sliced open Mat's hand and flung herself at a window that does not open in an attempt to escape. She calmed down pretty quickly, and warmed up very fast, so we think she just must not have had much human attention or been inside in a very long time, though she's friendly enough that at some point she must have been owned by someone. Our current theory is that someone had her and May and at least one possible sibling as kittens and dumped them when they moved away. It seems to be a common problem here.
So yes. One new cat. Who knows how many kittens very soon, which I am both looking forward to and dreading. Vet appointment at the low cost clinic on Wednesday, which I can only pray we'll be able to actually afford (we should be able to, it's just tight enough to be worrying). Morrigan is very sweet and very demanding and is going to rule the house as soon as we allow her out into it, and I cannot wait. Maybe she will stop grabbing my hand for love while I am working then. (She probably won't.)
Her name is Morrigan, and she is a lilac tortoiseshell Siamese mix... a little darker than the weird green lighting in that photo shows. We're pretty sure she's May's sister - she's probably the same age, has the same Siamese facial features and giant ears, and genetics that are frankly very unlikely to find in a random stray (half the cats on the property look like they're some variety of Siamese mix, so we figure someone must have dumped one or several at some point in the past). She also has the same demanding, imperious Siamese personality, so at this point there's very little doubt.
She showed up a couple days after the incident with May and her kittens and the police, obviously pregnant and way, way too skinny. She wouldn't come any closer than sniffing my fingers that day, but I fed her some and kept an eye out for her, and she came back the next day.
That time she let me pet her, so I picked her up by the scruff of the neck and brought her inside... where she promptly flipped out, sliced open Mat's hand and flung herself at a window that does not open in an attempt to escape. She calmed down pretty quickly, and warmed up very fast, so we think she just must not have had much human attention or been inside in a very long time, though she's friendly enough that at some point she must have been owned by someone. Our current theory is that someone had her and May and at least one possible sibling as kittens and dumped them when they moved away. It seems to be a common problem here.
So yes. One new cat. Who knows how many kittens very soon, which I am both looking forward to and dreading. Vet appointment at the low cost clinic on Wednesday, which I can only pray we'll be able to actually afford (we should be able to, it's just tight enough to be worrying). Morrigan is very sweet and very demanding and is going to rule the house as soon as we allow her out into it, and I cannot wait. Maybe she will stop grabbing my hand for love while I am working then. (She probably won't.)