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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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A few weeks ago, the Heinous Cat was having one of his usual meltdowns in the backyard. While I tend to ignore them, Hubby went to see what particular blade of grass or tree leaf had set his world off kilter this time.

Only it wasn’t  a thing throwing him into a tailspin. It was a her.

This her, as a matter of fact.

The Heinous Cat didn’t like her trying to horn in on the sweet deal he’s got going with Captain Cavedweller. He spluttered, hissed, and fussed.  He slapped and whined then begged us to make her go away. So she left, indignant and half-terrified of the crazed ball of fur chasing her out of the yard.

In the days that followed her first visit, she’d pop by occasionally, clean out the Heinous Cat’s food bowl and go on her merry way.

We’ve had our share of stray cats wander through our place through the years. Some stay for a day or two, some take up permanent residence. I am convinced there is a sign in the driveway, visible only to felines that states, “Complimentary Room and Board, just purr and look cute for a free ride.”

So far, it seems to be working.

The Heinous Cat tried to convince us of her evil intentions to take over the place, boot us out of the house and run an illegal catnip ring. We didn’t believe him. Apparently, she didn’t either.

Why do you keep this joker around,” she asked.

So she decided to stay and prove him wrong. Knowing we couldn’t keep calling her the yellow cat, I dubbed her Maizy.

And she is delightful – friendly, sweet, and warm… a complete opposite of the Heinous Cat.  Her one goal in life, or so it seems, is to be readily available should anyone decide to come outside and pet her.

And if no one comes outside, that is okay, too.

Her nose pressed to the kitchen window glass is good enough for her.

Never having been a huge cat fan, Maizy may change my opinion.

She Who Has Gone Soft for A Feline

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The Heinous Cat

Drooley (aka) The Heinous Cat

About six years ago, a very odd cat wandered into our yard, infiltrated the ranks and convinced my Most Wonderful Hubby to adopt him.

At first, I felt sorry for the pathetic little cat. How could you not? He has an extreme glandular problem that causes him to drench not only himself but the unfortunate person petting him with rivers of slobbers anytime his motor starts to purr. Hence the name Drooley. In addition to this little hang up, he gives all new meaning to the phrase “Scaredy Cat.” I’m pretty sure if you look in the dictionary, you’ll find his picture there next to the definition. Most of our family and friends have never met Drooley because he is terrified of human beings, dogs, other cats, birds, butterflies, bugs, most anything that breaths and many objects that don’t including leaves, flowers and individual blades of grass.

Because of his dripping saliva problem, he is an outdoor cat that spends the majority of his time plotting how to get in the house. The rest of his free time is devoted to thinking up ways to bring added excitement to my day. That is why he has gone through the gamut of names such as “Stupid Cat,” “Annoying Cat,” “That Awful Cat,” and most recently “The Heinous Cat.”

He earned that particular title just the other day. Unable to sleep, I decided to get an early start on my appointment with the treadmill and headed out to our backroom where we keep the barely used exercise equipment. The Heinous Cat was on the patio acting like something had frightened  him half to death, which by the end of the debacle, I was wishing it would have finished the job.  Taking pity on him, I let him come in the backroom with me while I walked.

Behaving strange, even for him, I didn’t give it a lot of thought until I looked over and saw the cat was attempting to hack a fur ball. I jumped off the treadmill hollering and shooshing, but not soon enough.  It wasn’t pretty.  Neither was the spectacle I made running around the backyard with a tiny flashlight trying to locate the shovel. Gosh, it was dark that morning. (By the way, certain matter on carpet does not shovel well at all.)  After I finally finished cleaning up the mess, there sat the cat on the patio, looking quite pleased with himself as he tried to sneak in the back door. I really needed another reminder of all the reasons I am a dog person.

Most Wonderful Hubby managed to sleep through not only the entire incident, but the back door slamming, my stomping and the bathroom door slamming. By the time I was out of the shower and Hubby was up, I  informed him he and the cat were both fortunate that I was beginning to see a bit of humor in the entire situation otherwise The Heinous Cat would be  sitting out front with his furry little posterior super-glued to the road waiting for a truck to drive by. I think the cat must have overheard that comment. The Heinous Cat has managed to stay out of my way since the incident. We’ll see how long it lasts.

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