Remember when I talked about becoming a crazy cat lady? It has really truly officially started to become reality.
Here’s what happened. A couple of months ago the guy and I were outside and a gray stripey kitty come wondering around. It looked to me like she had just given birth. My thought was, no, no, no more cats.
Thankfully, the momma seems to have since disappeared. Heartless? Maybe. Practical? I think so. I mean in one sense with two dogs, five cats, ten horses and about thirty chickens, what’s one more cat? Except I would have had to get her tame enough to catch and go pay to get her fixed. Otherwise, she would have had more baby kittehs here.
Trapping her wouldn’t work here as the other ones would probably trap themselves first. Also, it’s around $150 to spay a female cat around here. No, cheap vet options. It is a sad thing, but probably for the best that she’s gone.
It has been a few weeks since I last say her. However, now there are two kittens in addition to the other three from last year and their momma and the big kitty that showed up about the same time she did.
That puts my cat count at seven. For the Magnificent 7, right? Except the guy says they can’t stay. NO. MORE. CATS. I have an out though.
First a little about the little fuzzy-wuzzies. They seem* to both be boys. (big plus for them – cheaper to get fixed and not a huge problem if that doesn’t get done right at six months.) They are both black, more or less, with a little white spot on their bellies. They are darn near identical looking.
At first I was calling them Thing 1 and Thing 2. Easy. Except I never knew who was 1 and who was 2.
I’ve been working on getting them tame. So far one of them is taking to it. He actually may end up being Bruce’s cat – which the guy can’t deny the dog a pet cat, right? Then the other one has to stay, because they’re brothers.
Anyhow, that one has a motor when he’s around the dog. He’ll also purr like a great american made car when I’m petting him too. So, I started calling him Detroit (Motor City). The Motor City part was mostly just in my head, but I found myself silently adding it to his name all the time.
The other kitten is a bit more skittery. He tends to scamper off when I try to pet him. He still gets hissy with the dogs.
Today it all came together. I have Run and DMC!
*Quick update on the kittens from last year. George, Chunk and Smudge are all doing well. They have grown up to be sleek stretchy long kitties.
As it turns out, I should have named them Larry, Darryl and Darryl. When I went to get them fixed, it turned out Smudge was a boy after all!