perils with writing and whatnot
I wrote another post about the outside cats who’ve decided our house is home. You can read it here. Things have changed since that time, of course. Still, some things changed because of Hubby’s and my stupidity.
Here’s one of the photos I showed you before.
It turns out that when Hubby was looking to see what sex each one was, he was completely turned around. Greycie is Grayson. Charlotte is Charley. And Clarence is Clarisse. I knew (and know) how to figure this out but I just figured Hubby had been right. Big mistake. Huge.
The other gray one that was adopted first (never did name the kitten) got stolen. The woman is quite sure of it. The day after her darling baby went missing, a neighbor boy was bragging about having a kitten that doesn’t have a complete tail. Because she hadn’t bought a collar for the kitten yet, she felt that she couldn’t come right out and accuse him. When we found out, we offered Grayson to her. Grayson is now living on the lap of Eric’s mom. (Who is Eric? He lives next door. He is the technician who takes my blood at the doctor’s office and is known as our friendly neighborhood vampire because he draws the blood of so many around here.)
Charley and Clarisse live on our back deck when weather permits. When it gets wet and nasty out, they live on our covered car port and use the cat carrier out there to sleep in.
As I think I told you in the previous post, we had the parents fixed. Mama and Jake are happy and come by once or twice a day to eat and visit the ‘kids’. Because of health issues this past year, we haven’t gotten up the money to get Charley and Clarisse fixed yet. Stubby is still around too and he needs to be taken in for the surgery. Chances are he’s already a father.
There’s one other cat in the brood. That’s Henry. He looks like Mama but his tail is only one-third as long. He comes around too but not as often as Stubby, Mama or Jake. We’re thinking that now that Jake is fixed, Stubby has become the alpha male in our neighborhood. Henry, went he visits, is very respectful of Stubby. He won’t touch the food we leave out if Stubby is eating. He waits patiently for his brother.
It’s remarkable how these beautiful fuzzy critters can give me so much happiness. I feel so loved and needed because of them. One way or another, Hubby and I will get the ‘kid’s’ in to be fixed even though that means no more replenishing the brood. 😦
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