An update on the kitties for those following all the drama, from mama cat showing up on our back porch in FL, to her having the babies just weeks before we left, to the trek with them across country.
They are all showing their own little personalities now. First born started out as Stinker, and is the dark grey kitty of the whole orange bunch. Turns out Stinker is a girl. Stinker was renamed to Wicket about four weeks later, because mama cat is named Sinker (she used to watch us from the back porch, and sink down below the plant pots when she saw us looking back), and Sinker and Stinker were just too closely named to know who people were talking about. Wicket is also now nick named the Grey Tornado. She is obviously the leader of the pack, and the one that leads everyone into the most trouble. She hardly ever gets caught doing the bad things herself (chewing the edge of the carpet, and scratching walls, and furniture, and climbing to high places), but she leads the other kitties to it, and then they get caught.
Second kitty born, Salmon (yes, we named cats after fish, because, well because!) he is a pretty good cat most the time, and when he gets bigger I think we’re going to have a hard time telling him and mama apart from a distance. They are almost identically striped, and colored the same. They mirror each other, and lay in the same places side by side. He follows her and takes up her same manners, and the only time he is causing a ruckus is when little screwball Trout riles him up.
Trout. He’s the runt. He has an odd back that kinda humps up right behind his front legs. Cat people please do not tell me of all the problems and deformities of whatever that can cause problems later on. I’m sure if Trout had been born in the wild he would be long dead by now. He’s skinny, and wily, and loveable, and mostly a dunce. But the other kitties wrestle with him, and mostly steer him away from trouble. He’s gotten lost in this house a few times, and sometimes from waaayy off in another room he sits and meows the loudest meows (Trout has the biggest mouth. Always has. LOL) until someone comes to find him. Once mama, or one of the other cats, or one of us trusted humans pops our head in wherever he’s lost at though, he comes a running like, ‘Oh, thank goodness you found me!’ 😀
Mama cat. She is still just a wonderful cat. She doesn’t counter surf, she doesn’t beg for food. Though when a can of chicken is opened she’ll come and look, and sometimes we give her a little bit. She rules the laundry room from the top of the chest cooler, or the top of the kitty kennel. Sometimes she wanders the house and sits on a book shelf, or the metal shelves that will soon be moved into my pantry. I think I will keep a space clear for her on the second shelf up, next to the canned green beans. That is one of her favorite spots right now. Except there are just tools there now, and not canned food. But that is where she goes to take a break from all the kitty madness, when shes had enough of their play and buggering.
The kitties will be 16 weeks old next Monday! Hopefully I can get a few pictures up of them soon. 14 yo dd took some pic’s of them this morning, because they all tried to invade the same empty Chex cereal box. One of them can barely fit into it nowadays, let alone all three of them shoving their way in. Crazy Cats! LOL