Cats, cats, cats

Cute kittens! Ok, feel-good rescue story. A woman saw a post for free kittens - 4 weeks old. She notified Kitten Inn, and also notified another friend (male friend). She and the friend went to the nasty gang house and got the kittens. They wouldn't give up the mom cat, sadly. A call went out to the KI volunteers to get the kittens ASAP as they weren't in good shape. One could pick them up, but couldn't take them all the way to KI, so she drove part way, met another volunteer, and the kittens got to KI in under an hour. They were put in with a momcat who has a baby the same age, and so far so good. New babies on the right in the picture. Don't be put off by the "jail" - it's a huge dog crate.

And babies, babies, babies.

kitten porn

The tortie momma is stunning. I started to type "tortie" and realised I had typed "tittie". Must be because it's a boob-related thread.

I used to own a cat with my old roomate. I'd love to get a cat but my husband is allergic to them.

Cute story Redheaded! I have said never again too after our tortie died 2 years ago. She too was "nurse Kitty" She didn't leave my side (other than for essentials) when I had my BMX. Laid on the side of the bed & whenever I would move she would come up & make sure I was ok.

Kiwi hah I think the tortie has mammary business too with all those nursing babies. Maybe it wasn't a BC related Freudian slip...

Love the description of God and the steering wheel Redheaded

rushjackson sorry to hear of your cat-less state but of course you have to consider your hubby. My DS had cat allergies (I had cats before he ever existed) I took him to a homeopath who treated him and improved the allergies. Didn't make them totally go away but the reaction is so much less. However our situation was different in that I already had the cats. After many cat years we were then 2 years without cats after the last of my old girls died and when Arthur sashayed into our lives DS did have a bit of short flare up, but it settled down very soon Thank God. However I don't think we could ever have large numbers of cats while DS is still at home. (He is 19 so future independence beckons...)

Hee hee, I'm sure that improved her opinion of you no end...

RuthND- How funny your comment about the SIL and new baby! People that were not raised with animals do not "get it." They see only the expense, hair, bother and responsibility of pet ownership. They do not see the companionship, love, amusement and bonding between creatures who are "family/ pack members." I remember being fiercly loyal and in love with my little foundling -Higgins. I found this Maine Coon cat kitten, tan colored and white on a walk while in college in (upstate NY). Mother cat had kittens under a porch of a weather beaten miserable house and I don't know who I felt more sorry for, the people who lived there or the cat and kittens under the porch. I brought him home. He was too young to be away from his Mom 6 weeks, flea ridden. I had to comb off the fleas by hand, let him pee and poo in a pie tin with litter, he was so little. He was basically hand fed and carried in my pocket for weeks and weeks. Room mates played cuddled held and loved on him. This turned him into the friendliest people oriented, HUGE 16 pound cat ever. He played fetch like a dog, came when called and gave head butts that were so hard they made your eyes water! When my DH and I were dating Higgy hated him. He was green with envy and would sit across the room eyes black and peeved - get your own girl this one is mine! DH did everything he could to "win" his affection and finally did. One day years later my DH asked if he hadn't won over Higgins would I have gotten rid of him? I stared at him; it took me ages to stutter a reply. "Well luckily no one needed to choose sides you got along! " How politically correct... cause I really really LOVED that cat!

What a handsome cat!

Here is one more mean story about my poor SIL (who, except for her dislike of animals, is actually a very nice person). One holiday they were visiting our house and we were all eating dinner in the dining room.....which is pretty small, so after passing the food around I put the platters/bowls etc, back on the kitchen counter. SIL's chair was facing toward the kitchen and we were eating away when she randomly asks, "Do you let your cats jump up on the kitchen counter?" And I said, "Yes, there is really no way to keep them off it." Then she says, "Do you also let them eat out of the serving dishes?" I look in the kitchen and there where the very bad cats up on the counter enjoying the turkey, gravy etc. right from the serving dishes. I guess after my baby comment, she probably expected me to say "Yes"......I don't believe she had seconds that night!

I wasn't sure about putting an old picture like that in here but it shows how long he was. He went from my shoulders to my hips, long and muscular. The vet said he was Maine coon or a mix, large size, tufts of fur inbetween his toes, crazy fluffy tail and long dense under coat of soft fur. I never had any problem getting people to watch him because he was so much fun. Once they realized he played fetch like a dog, came when called, cuddled and plastered himself on anyones lap - everyone offered to kitty sit. My Dad hated cats and loved Mr. Higgins - who loved him too. I will have to post my current furballs. I have 3 - one for each of my kids.

beautiful big kitty! On travel for work all week so not many posts from me til I get home