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Today's prompt is frominventrix: the cats
Oh, twist my arm!
Kitties kitties kitties!
T & I have three cats right now - Oligarchy, Theocracy, and Meritocracy. We got Oli & Theo about a month after Drake died, in June of 2012.
Drake was our Sugar Cat, my diabetic flesh-eating fluffy happy monster for whom I wrote Tales for the Sugar Cat (a fund-raiser). He was with us for about twelve years - not nearly long enough - and died two years after his foster-brother, the first cat Sam & I had together, Gatsby. They are both still keenly missed.
But I made it about a month before I started looking for a new cat. I wanted siblings, I wanted boys. Siblings because Gatters and Drake, not related, had never gotten along great, boys because the girl cats we'd encountered - roommates' girlfriends' cats - had been miserable.
The Humane Society had no sibling pairs and wanted $150/kitten.
The next shelter over had a lovely pair of marmalade brothers with extra toes, but they adopted them out while we were filling out the paperwork.
We ended up finding our boys on Criagslist, just 4 blocks away. Little poofballs - we'd been looking for shorthaired marmalade kitties; these were longhaired grey-and-white. But they were friendly, they liked being handled. And I didn't want to live any longer without cats in the house. Home they came!! We tossed around a bunch of names for them; for a week they were Thing One and Thing Two, or Lefty and Righty (Each has one white sleeve).
They were born in March; they came home in June. A year later, T. found three kittens in our hedgerow.
A while later, the three - who wandered and came back, wandered and came back - were down to one, who liked to stand in the hedgerow and yell at T. We started feeding her kibble, and T would move a little closer every day. Eventually, she would tolerate being petted.
We named her Sullivan, because my dad had a yard cat named Gilbert who was all white, and she was all black. But as I found myself cooking meat scraps before we put them in the compost bin (which she was eating out of), we realized we were keeping her. She needed a name in trend.
Sullivan became Meritocracy o'Sullivan. And as she started getting friendlier - as it started getting colder - we very politely shoved her in a cat carrier and left her at the vets for three days before bringing her inside.
And that's the story of my kitties.
Today's prompt is from
inventrix: the catsOh, twist my arm!
Kitties kitties kitties!
T & I have three cats right now - Oligarchy, Theocracy, and Meritocracy. We got Oli & Theo about a month after Drake died, in June of 2012.
Drake was our Sugar Cat, my diabetic flesh-eating fluffy happy monster for whom I wrote Tales for the Sugar Cat (a fund-raiser). He was with us for about twelve years - not nearly long enough - and died two years after his foster-brother, the first cat Sam & I had together, Gatsby. They are both still keenly missed.
But I made it about a month before I started looking for a new cat. I wanted siblings, I wanted boys. Siblings because Gatters and Drake, not related, had never gotten along great, boys because the girl cats we'd encountered - roommates' girlfriends' cats - had been miserable.
The Humane Society had no sibling pairs and wanted $150/kitten.
The next shelter over had a lovely pair of marmalade brothers with extra toes, but they adopted them out while we were filling out the paperwork.
We ended up finding our boys on Criagslist, just 4 blocks away. Little poofballs - we'd been looking for shorthaired marmalade kitties; these were longhaired grey-and-white. But they were friendly, they liked being handled. And I didn't want to live any longer without cats in the house. Home they came!! We tossed around a bunch of names for them; for a week they were Thing One and Thing Two, or Lefty and Righty (Each has one white sleeve).
They were born in March; they came home in June. A year later, T. found three kittens in our hedgerow.
A while later, the three - who wandered and came back, wandered and came back - were down to one, who liked to stand in the hedgerow and yell at T. We started feeding her kibble, and T would move a little closer every day. Eventually, she would tolerate being petted.
We named her Sullivan, because my dad had a yard cat named Gilbert who was all white, and she was all black. But as I found myself cooking meat scraps before we put them in the compost bin (which she was eating out of), we realized we were keeping her. She needed a name in trend.
Sullivan became Meritocracy o'Sullivan. And as she started getting friendlier - as it started getting colder - we very politely shoved her in a cat carrier and left her at the vets for three days before bringing her inside.
And that's the story of my kitties.
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Date: 2014-12-17 06:31 pm (UTC)I hope Merit has given you a better perspective on girl cats! Our cats were almost all girls; my sister has a boy cat.
I wish I could have a cat again someday, but it'll be a lot of work to find one that J isn't allergic to. Maybe once we have our own house, I'll start looking.
(I DON'T HAVE ANY CAT-RELATED ICONS. This is a travesty. I must remedy this.)
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Date: 2014-12-17 06:41 pm (UTC)Although she does the most stereotypical girl thing! She'll be fighting with the boys and when she starts losing she runs away and cries!
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Date: 2014-12-17 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-17 11:01 pm (UTC)And the boys are like... what? We were PLAYING come back what did I Doooo?
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Date: 2014-12-17 11:10 pm (UTC)Our Ista, Her Royal Hiney, the Queen of the House (apartment now) does not tolerate competitors. And so that's that. (The photo is from the day she found us, about 7 years ago.)
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Date: 2014-12-18 03:58 pm (UTC)My family briefly had a female cat who was a bully. She got along best with our male cat, so she was passed along to friends who had all male cats. She's still a bully, but they seem to tolerate better...