If I had a dollar for every post I did about "new cats," I would be a semi-rich woman.
We go through cats! I tell ya, it's just not a safe environment around here.
Max was run over by a passing police car.
Buddy was abducted by the neighbors
(they fed him gourmet cat food, pet him 14 hours a day, and never tried to carry him by his neck --
it was no mystery why he left our family. He lives happily retired with them to this day).
Lucy was killed by an angry skunk.
Scratchy road to town in Jeff's pick-up and hasn't been seen again,
although the girls still scour the Bi-Mart parking lot every time we are there.
So we got some new kittens.....
We got two Calico kittens from friends and they are just as cute as can be (the friends and the cats).
I can't honestly tell the kittens apart, but the girls can.
Emma named her kitten Beaver because it is orange and black.
Mandy named hers Dora.... she decided she likes to name the cat, so it goes through an identity crisis every few days. The latest name is "Cletus." I have no idea where she got that name. I'm hoping this phase passes quickly because all I can think of is this song and it gets stuck in my head for hours at a time:
Back to the cats...
Does that look like a Cletus to you?
No, Dora. Definitely.
The kids carry the cats around constantly and it has pacified Emma's constant pestering about wanting a d.o.g.
I am personally not an animal lover. Don't hate me.
But cats have some winning attributes.
They catch mice.
They bury their poo (in a private place for outdoor cats).
They don't bark.
... And they catch mice.