The Mad Catter

[tinywarrior]

I'm sitting here with a tiny little wisp of smoke on my lap that arrived unexpectedly last night. A kitten, probably five weeks old, that someone left in the sun to die. My kids' father rescued her from the road and brought her home to me because he knows from experience what a sap I am. She's skin and bones--looks a little like a crusty-eyed

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[inflammatio]

Hehehe...cat lady! Ah, such a fate would not be all that bad. I don't know what kind of old lady I hope to be someday. Not the knitting, decorative soap-collecting, grandchild-oogling type, definitely. I think I will be a harley mamma when I get old. Black leather fringe and long gray hair flying behind me. And I'll get a tattoo on my arm that says "BONO" Hehe.

[tinywarrior]

I'm going to be one of those crazy old ladies that lives out in the woods, writing and painting...and (the way it seems to be shaping up) with lots of cats. ; )

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[inflammatio]

Hehehe...

[anonymousblack]

Parker came to us in the dead of winter eight years ago; he crept in to the plant where my father worked, a bundle of bones and worms and gray fur. The drivers fed him potato chips from the vending machines--which he ate like anyone who hadn't been full for months on end. Dad tried to find him milk and bought a small bag of cat food. Kitty's bright, attentive eyes and perchant for plopping down amicabily wherever there was friendly socialization made Dad fall in love with him. Somehow he managed to convince my mother--a declared cat hater--to let him bring him home.

Dad: I've got the best name for him...
Mom: Don't you dare bring that animal into my house.
Dad: Parky. Since we found him in Park City.
Mom: At least give the animal some dignity and call him 'Parker.'

At that was the point Dad knew he'd won, our Parker came home and everyone loved him--especially Mom, who took one look at that bundle of sticks with beautiful eyes and immediately reached to hold him. In fact, she brought home our next cat.

[tinywarrior]

What a great story! It just amazes me that in this day and age, so many people are still so irresponsible when it comes to taking care of their animals (spay & neuter!!!!). All of my cats are strays that I took in. I'm planning on getting two dogs when I get my fence built--and they will come from the local animal shelter. I'd love to have a little pug or some of the other adorable breed dogs, but I simply couldn't live with the guilt of paying a breeder to make more puppies when there are already so many that need homes. Whew! Ok, I'm ranting...the whole point is strays/throw-aways deserve all the good lovin' they can get! : )

[blackmagic]

The upside of being a crazy cat lady is having the security of a largely lethargic but pissy army of felines at your command. Most people have to pay for that sort of empowerment. Stand proud!

Ha!

[tinywarrior]

Exxxxcellent!

Largely lethargic but pissy

[raindog]

I love the English language thusly woven!

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[blackmagic]

why, thank you.

[razorart]

Your new addition sounds adorable. I think animal rescuers are a higher form of life or something:)

BTW I have not one but TWO tortie divas!! ARen't they the best cats?

[tinywarrior]

My tortie diva is THE COOLEST of all my cats, even though I love them all. Her name is Ella and she can't stand to be inside at all. She lounges around the yard like a little empress most of the time; but at the same time, she's very much the sweet little mother and hovers about the kids, following them around constantly. When Jacob was a tiny toddler, she used to nip his heels to herd him away from certain places in the yard. Hilarious. I swear sometimes she's part Heeler.

[doctorgogol]

That's always the way... I'm such a winter person, yet here I am, year after year, in the desert.

If you do become a crazy cat lady, just don't sit on your porch with a pellet gun to shoot the coyote that's been eating the strays you've been feeding, because then you'll have become my dear sainted mother.

Accepting Our Fate

[tinywarrior]

I often wonder if I am actually the person I perceive myself to be. Maybe I really am just a cat person who's deluded herself into thinking she's a dog person?