Ya gotta love 'em....kitty-cats, almost grown up cats but still kitties. I inherited two of them a few months ago and it was so good for me. John, who was my best friend and ex-husband loved cats. There was a feral mama-cat hanging around the property where he lived. She gave birth to kittens to the delight of John who became their "godfather". When they started to eat instead of nursing, he began to bother at me to take 2 of them because they needed a home.
"For pete's sake, I said, they're cats they've got a home with their mom."
This statement comes from the way that I grew up, actually. I always wanted a cat when I was a girl but, in my family, cats belonged outside. So we had a alot of feral cats around in the empty lot close to our house. As I got older, I thought all cats were like that. Living outside and not to be petted or touched at all.
John had a different cat upbringing, his mom loved cats and they were always around and in the house. He liked cats himself and what's more, he appreciated them.
Well, one day he arrived at my house with one of these feral babies ... that was it.. I was in love with this soft little mocha colored ball of fluff with full black feet who seemed to like me too! A few days later he showed up with Mocha's sister. Instant love..this was definitely a cat's cat, white and grey mug with a white vest and pure white feet, she was a darling. Well , what did it for me was when the two sisters found each other, curled up together and went for a nap.
Needless to say, they stayed with me but John didn't. He passed away unexpectedly a week or so after bringing the cats to me.
Having the "girls" as I began to call them kept me balanced in a world that had completely changed for me. To feed them, hold them , laugh at their antics, even work to get them both spayed at a reasonable price, all of these actions around the girl cats helped me stay upright in a crooked world.
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