You may have gathered from the title of this blog that I have four cats. Yep, FOUR. I have two “big” ones and two “little” ones, even though they’re all around the same size now.
The first one we got was Winston, whom I refer to as Winnie. We got Winnie at the end of my sophomore year of high school. For a while after my cat Oliver mysteriously disappeared, we had no animals. This was a very peaceful time for my mother. However, one May night, my sister brought home a magnificent little kitten. (This was also the night of my St. Louis Symphony Youth Orchestra preliminary audition, which is the only reason I remember that it was in May.) My niece named him Shadow.
Several months went by. After we decided Shadow was dumb, we moved on to Harry. Then we changed it to Merlin. and finally settled on Winston.
Around the time we picked his name, I found two abandoned kittens under my porch. I took care of them for several weeks, but they both passed away. (We’ve decided that they were simply born too early, and that their mom probably abandoned them for a reason.) Their names were Little Grey and Orangie. I referred to them by their colors instead of names to keep from getting attached, since their survival was unlikely, but the colors ended up being their names.
After Lil Grey and Orangie passed away, my heart was broken. However, my mom’s coworker, Cindy, knew of a lady who was fostering a litter of kittens. She took me out to look at them, where I fell in love with this beauty.
I picked her. On our second visit, I took this.
When I brought her home, I named her Callie. She is too smart for her own good. (TODAY IS ALSO HER BIRTHDAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAL)
We lived happily in our two-cat household until about a year ago. My mom’s friend posted about some barn kittens she was giving away. I was in Springfield at the time. They hid in our laundry room until I got home. I took this picture the first night I was with them:
All of my cats are exclusively indoor cats. I take Callie outside on a leash, but that’s because she feels the call of the wild often and tries to escape. We live relatively close to a busy road, and a man in our neighborhood has some pretty violent dogs, so they do not leave the house. They also all have their claws, because I have pretty strong feelings about declawing.
So that’s the conclusion of today’s post! I hope you enjoyed looking at my babies.
~ Madeline (crazy cat lady)