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baby kittyA few weeks ago, I posted about the neighbor’s kitten coming to visit and how hard it was to resist the sweet little ball of fur.

Since then, she’s taken up residence in our backyard along with some friends.

babykittyoct2Baby Kitty has grown quite a bit, but she still has those sweet little fuzzy ears.


This is Squirt. He is Baby Kitty’s big brother and the ring-leader of all feline shenanigans currently taking place in our backyard. He can eat at least twice his weight in cat food throughout the day, is always hungry, growls if anyone gets close while he’s eating and can’t decide if he’d rather bite you or have his back and tummy rubbed.

FlashThis is Flash. He’s the baby brother and quite probably the runt of the litter. When he first arrived on the scene he didn’t want anyone to see him, look at him, touch him or talk to him and that’s why we named him Flash. He’d take off like a little furry striped streak across the yard if he thought you might even think about getting close to him. He has since decided we have no intentions of eating him, beating him, or causing his demise. This little kitty loves to have his head and back rubbed and turns into a boneless mass of purring bliss whenever you rub him under the chin. Besides being such a sweet little guy, he has the most beautiful eyes.

apricotThis is Apricot. She’s big, she’s bossy and she rides herd over the kittens like nobody’s business. In addition to her freaky color eyes and fluffy salmon fur, she is the nanny and doesn’t want anyone messing with the kittens unless she gives  her approval. It’s a good thing they have her, too, since their mother is a standoffish, mean little cat who slaps them anytime they get close to her.

DrooleyThis is Drooley, aka The Heinous Cat. Of all the felines trooping through our back yard, he’s the only one who belongs there. And he knows it. He despises the kittens, their nanny, and any other interlopers who might interfere with his attention or dinner program. I’ve been calling him the Grumpy Old Man because all the kittens have to do is take a step his way and he starts hissing and spluttering.

It makes for some interesting moments, that’s for sure.

She Who is Overrun with the Neighbor’s Cats


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Dear Neighbor with the Herd of Cats,

I feel it only fair to write and give you ample warning you are in danger of losing one of your multitude of felines.

You see, it has not gone unnoticed that one of your cats recently increased the number of your herd.

The reason we know this is because one of the new additions has taken to wandering into our yard.

baby kittyHow are we supposed to ignore, let alone resist, this sweet little ball of friendly fur?

Even the non-cat person at our house has taken to cuddling this precious little pookie face, patting it on the head and calling it George – okay, Baby Kitty – but you get the idea.

The Heinous Cat has also been on his best behavior around the adorable baby. He even  let it get within sniffing distance without knocking it into next Tuesday.

Please, if you don’t want this fuzzy, wonderful little kitten to find a new home, I’m begging you to keep it home.

Otherwise, we can’t be held responsible for it taking up permanent residence at our house.


Captain Cavedweller and She Who is Completely Loopy over Baby Kitty

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The weather in our neck of the woods is miserable – cold, drizzly, freezing rain, fog.

It has caused the fuzzy little felines at our house to act even more abnormal than usual.

Miss Maizy (see photo above) comes charging out to the front yard as soon as she hears our car pull in the driveway. She barricades the front door, refusing to let us in, and loudly lets it be known that she is

1. starving to death

2. freezing to death

3. annoyed that we have let the above situations occur

Drooley, aka The Heinous Cat, does not voice his displeasure with us. He is much more subtle with his complaints.

It starts with a cold, steely glare in the kitchen window. If we ignore that, he moves to the patio door where he sits staring at us with narrowed eyes and twitching what remains of his left ear. He will then curl up in a sad little ball and pretend he is going to freeze to the door mat. At this point, Captain Cavedweller will take pity on him and open the door to pet him. Seeing an opportunity to escape into warmth, the cat will race on and plop himself down on the rug by CC’s chair. Flopping onto his side, he waits for the head and tummy rub that is sure to come.

CC is so easily manipulated by the felines. And they know it.

They have to work a little harder to get me to do their bidding. Although Maizy knows if she sits in the kitchen window and looks at me with big, sad, eyes it won’t take long for her to get what she wants.

Maybe I need to take a few lessons from the cats to use on CC…

She Who Has Crazy Cats

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Under normal circumstances, the two cats who rule the roost at our house don’t get along.

As in they smack each other every chance they get.

As in they don’t know the meaning of playing well with each other.

As in… they fight like cats and dogs minus the dogs.

After The Heinous Cat came home from his 12-day vacation (accidentally locked in the neighbor’s storage shed and none of us could find him), he and The Interloper seem to be getting along better. Mostly.

We’re having a humungous project done in our back yard right now which is disturbing to both cats and humans. While it has put this human on edge, it seems to have brought the two felines together in their combined efforts to not be killed or eaten by all the foreign monsters invading their space.

The Heinous Cat has not had any problem maintaining his aloof, disinterested act. Except I’m not sure it is an act. He’s got a bit of an ego thing going on, too.

“No autographs, please. My people will get with your people. Goodbye.”

The Interloper is much more friendly and loving, if not somewhat bizarre.

“Do you see me, Mama? I’m right here! See me! Hello! Pretty kitty here!”

When Maizy (The Interloper) leaned over close to Drooley (The Heinous Cat), past history has shown this is the point where he will raise his paw and slap her silly.

Only this time…

This time…

They kitty-kissed. It was completely out of character and so sweet.

Maybe I need to have my back yard demolished more often if it will make these two get along.

She Who Has Melted in a Puddle

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We started out with just this obnoxious feline – The Heinous Cat.

After he sent out open invitations to every other cat in the neighborhood to drop by his house for a good time, we ended up with this cat:

Maizy – also known as The Interloper – came to visit and still hasn’t left. After a year, I think she’s staying. At first, her presence greatly disturbed The Heinous Cat. He didn’t like her horning in on things. He wanted all the food, all the attention, all the space in my lawn chair for himself.

Despite his hissy fits, repeated attempts to lure her across the road and threats to her well-being, she continued to hang out in our backyard.

They seem to have reached an understanding, of sorts. Tolerating each other and not getting into a cat fight every time they get within spitting distance is new. Part of that may have been due to the fact The Heinous Cat was lost for twelve days and when he came home he was so glad to be there, he accepted The Interloper as part of the package.

She really enjoyed him being gone. The kingdom belonged to her without some annoying cat ridden by glandular issues smacking at her all the time.

“Mama, why did you let him come back? Wasn’t I good enough for you?”

Poor kitty.

I think the real reason they are getting along so well is in their joint efforts to shut out the latest addition to our backyard, The Mongoose.

A month or so ago, we were overrun with cats. As in there were eight of them in our backyard and I was not going to stand for it. After running them off repeatedly, this little guy kept sneaking back.

He’s terrified of everything, half-starved and completely pathetic. What were we to do? Especially since he looks like the love child of The Heinous Cat and The Interloper.

We named him Mongoose – Goose for short  – because of the way he bobs his head, lurks around corners and dashes around grabbing bites of food when he thinks no one is watching.

I would, however, like to issue this statement: The Hatfield Cat Farm is no longer accepting any new boarders, tenants or stow-aways.  If you have a feline, please ask them to pass this news along. We are full-up, at maximum cat capacity, and I will not willing take on another one. Nope. All done.

She who is Still a Dog Person, Not A Cat Person

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Just a few weeks ago, The Heinous Cat disappeared. I wrote about him coming home, much to our everlasting relief after being on the lam for 12 days.

Due to some very disturbing activity in our backyard the past few days, we’ve been wondering just exactly where he went and what he did while he was gone.

In just the past two days we have counted six, that’s right, SIX,  stray cats trying to make themselves at home. At first we thought we were seeing things, but nope, a head count revealed six extra cats. All big and way too friendly to be wild.

With The Heinous Cat and Miss Maizy, we really don’t want any more cats around, but the drop-in guests have been a bit reluctant to leave.

We are wavering between two theories.

1. The Heinous Cat was tired of only having Miss Maizy to swat at and be mean to so he went on a crusade to recruit some new blood. He told them it was a real happening party at his house, offering up incentives to get them to come. Unfortunately, his new recruits could all slap him into next Thursday without even blinking.

2. The Heinous Cat got lost and at every house he came to he told the resident cat about how much he missed his home and his Mama and his Captain Cavedweller. He cried about how they took such good care of him and he just wanted to find his way back home. It got the cats he talked to thinking about checking out some digs where all they are expected to do is eat, sleep and occasionally wander over for a nice back rub or head pet and they decided to come check it out.

3. Someone had way too many cats and decided to drive out in the country and dump them and they somehow ended up at our house.

Yeah, I’m going with theory number one myself.

Anyone need six stray cats?

She Who Doesn’t Like Felines Enough to Need Eight of Them

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I know I promised Valentine-themed posts all week, so I hope you’ll pardon this interruption…  but our kitty came home!

The Heinous Cat went missing twelve days ago. As in nowhere to be found. As in gone. As in two heart-broken adults who missed his fuzzy little being quite dreadfully.

Yesterday, my neighbor let me know that her daughter thought she saw the cat in the “nature area” behind her school. On our way home from work, Captain Cavedweller and I went to the school and stomped around in the dark looking for the cat for a good thirty minutes. It was freezing outside, which would be why when I said “we” I mean “he,” while I sat in the car and kept watch.

Disappointed when no cat turned up, we went home. Moping, Captain Cavedweller opened the back door to feed Miss Maizy, the cat who lives at our house part time, and there sat The Heinous Cat. We were beyond thrilled. I’d even go so far to say Captain Cavedweller looked like a kid who just got the best Christmas present ever.

The Heinous Cat was skinny and filthy, but not too much the worse for wear for his wild adventures. His Mama would really like to know where he has been for nearly two weeks, but the stubborn little feline isn’t talking.

We’d also love to know how he got home. I’ve yet to connect with our neighbor to see if we are forever in their debt.

However it happened, we are just really glad the cat is back home. He has been grounded, scolded, petted, cuddled and told he can never go off wandering again. We hope this time he’ll listen.

She Who Is Glad to Have the Cat Back

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