a group of cats is called a clowder
-- according to Wikipedia. I've never heard the term, and I've never heard anyone use it, but there ya go.
I don't talk much about my cats. I've got eight cats, and we just had another one move in. It started with Lulu, a stray Jerome brought over in the fall of '12. She was grey and white, a tiny thing who never got very big. She went into heat that next spring and we were able to keep her inside then and the next time. We were set up to get her spayed but there was an ice storm the night before and then we dropped the ball. She went in to heat again and got out and didn't get pregnant. So I thought, hmm, maybe she's barren? And she went into heat again and didn't get pregnant so I just let it go. Last year she did get pregnant and bore four kittens. The two males are grey tuxedos, Louie and Patrick, and the females are grey/brown striped, Bandit and Missy.
We were going to give them away, but all the people we were going to give them to backed out and we just couldn't give them out through the paper, or to a shelter. I mean, we talked about it, and Sam and Kayla were going to take a couple when they moved, but it ended up that we just kept them.
A few weeks before the kittens were born, we found a tiny feral out by itself, mother or sibs no where around. So we took her in, too. She is Annie (for Little Orphan Annie.)
Last year, the Humane Society was having a Fix Your Cat special, and we got all the cats spayed and neutered, vaccinated and chipped. Yay!
Back when we were living in the trailer, a very old and crotchety ginger cat moved under the trailer for the winter. That was right after we got Lulu, and since we had cat food on hand, it was an easy thing to leave a bit out for him. When we moved we took him with us. He's maybe twelve or fourteen, and we call him Buddy. He's deaf and has a horrible yowling meow; everyone winces when Buddy talks.
When our son David and his wife Bekah became new parents, they had to move into a place that wouldn't take their cats, so we ended up with two huge ginger males named Dexter and Morgan. Hmm, that was 18 mos ago, I think. Last summer, Morgan jumped into the trunk of a car across the street and the driver accidentally closed him in and drove him to the next township. The driver said that when he opened the trunk the next day, Morgan shot out and he never saw him again. We called around to the Humane Society and all, but there was never any word of him. He's chipped, but no one's been called. Poor guy.
So it's summer-ish now, and we have the cat window open - just a screen with a little door cut into it so the cats can get in and out off the porch. A couple of weeks, a beat up ginger came in, and then last week he came in again and moved into the basement. Actually, I don't know if he's still down there. We call him Scrappy.
That's Lulu and her kittens (now full grown) Bandit, Missy, Louie, and Patrick; the strays Annie, Buddy and maybe Scrappy, and the remaining Dexter. I've got a camera now, and I'll probably be posting pics. As an aside, when Luke walks down the street, he's usually followed by a posse of cats. It's kinda funny watching him try to shoo them back home.
I don't talk much about my cats. I've got eight cats, and we just had another one move in. It started with Lulu, a stray Jerome brought over in the fall of '12. She was grey and white, a tiny thing who never got very big. She went into heat that next spring and we were able to keep her inside then and the next time. We were set up to get her spayed but there was an ice storm the night before and then we dropped the ball. She went in to heat again and got out and didn't get pregnant. So I thought, hmm, maybe she's barren? And she went into heat again and didn't get pregnant so I just let it go. Last year she did get pregnant and bore four kittens. The two males are grey tuxedos, Louie and Patrick, and the females are grey/brown striped, Bandit and Missy.
We were going to give them away, but all the people we were going to give them to backed out and we just couldn't give them out through the paper, or to a shelter. I mean, we talked about it, and Sam and Kayla were going to take a couple when they moved, but it ended up that we just kept them.
A few weeks before the kittens were born, we found a tiny feral out by itself, mother or sibs no where around. So we took her in, too. She is Annie (for Little Orphan Annie.)
Last year, the Humane Society was having a Fix Your Cat special, and we got all the cats spayed and neutered, vaccinated and chipped. Yay!
Back when we were living in the trailer, a very old and crotchety ginger cat moved under the trailer for the winter. That was right after we got Lulu, and since we had cat food on hand, it was an easy thing to leave a bit out for him. When we moved we took him with us. He's maybe twelve or fourteen, and we call him Buddy. He's deaf and has a horrible yowling meow; everyone winces when Buddy talks.
When our son David and his wife Bekah became new parents, they had to move into a place that wouldn't take their cats, so we ended up with two huge ginger males named Dexter and Morgan. Hmm, that was 18 mos ago, I think. Last summer, Morgan jumped into the trunk of a car across the street and the driver accidentally closed him in and drove him to the next township. The driver said that when he opened the trunk the next day, Morgan shot out and he never saw him again. We called around to the Humane Society and all, but there was never any word of him. He's chipped, but no one's been called. Poor guy.
So it's summer-ish now, and we have the cat window open - just a screen with a little door cut into it so the cats can get in and out off the porch. A couple of weeks, a beat up ginger came in, and then last week he came in again and moved into the basement. Actually, I don't know if he's still down there. We call him Scrappy.
That's Lulu and her kittens (now full grown) Bandit, Missy, Louie, and Patrick; the strays Annie, Buddy and maybe Scrappy, and the remaining Dexter. I've got a camera now, and I'll probably be posting pics. As an aside, when Luke walks down the street, he's usually followed by a posse of cats. It's kinda funny watching him try to shoo them back home.