Tina (offspring of FranklytheNut) recounts how she rescued a litter of starving kittens, and joined the ranks of the crazy cat ladies.
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Not bad to be a “crazy cat lady” at the tender age of 32. For just under another month. OK, maybe that’s not so strange after all. Everybody knows you can’t trust anyone over 30. Except me, because I have a bridge to sell. 😎
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Wow … what a truly extraordinary mix of colors! I’m not up on cat genetics. Is this normal for mutt cats?
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It’s normal, and common. Keep in mind that they could all have different fathers, too. My two oldest cats, Rachel and Leah, came from a calico mother, but Rachel is a brown tabby, Leah is part siamese, and they had littermates who were orange tabby, calico, tortoiseshell, and I forget what else. The mama cat lives on a farm out in the country where there are lots of feral tomcats roaming about.
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Sounds like Maury Povich and “Who’s My Daddy?”. LOL
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I have a daughter who’s 32 and she’s a crazy cat lady too!
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The last picture shows a tabby embracing the little orange pop-eye. That’s Theodorable, formerly known as Peg-Leg Pete–before his lower leg fell off, leaving him a peg which ended up needing to be amputated at the hip. He’s now known as 3-Leg Pete. If it’s slowed him down significantly, I haven’t noticed.
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Frankly, what is it with you guys and cats? And all so recently. It was just shortly after we were discussing your pre-requisite for a black cat/kitten that you ended up with one, wasn’t it? Then came the Theo story, which was amazing, and now THIS!!! I spent the better part of the night reading Life on the Edge and the talent there is incredible, from the writing to the pictures, not to mention the content and scenery. I viewed and read everything from the egg carton animals to the prairie life, and it was awesome. Knowing your struggles, as well as coming from what I imagine to be paradise, i.e., Hawaii, to the antithesis in terms of terrain and weather, could it be that this is actually an extrordinary adventure, or does your daughter simply make it sound so good?
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It’s the quantity of felines that’s unusual, not just the “fact” of cats. Until awhile ago, I couldn’t have any cats, having instead a cat-killing German Shepherd. However, she made the mistake of trying to eat the neighbor’s dog (you would’ve read about that on Tina’s blog, by the time you worked your way through), and was in the Big Kennel in the Sky a few hours later, even before the injured pooch came back from HER trip to a different vet. Now I only have to deal with my husband, who doesn’t particularly like cats, but wants a mouser–a skill in which I have turned out to have significant deficiencies. So, technically, the 2 black kitties at Tina’s house are mine. I assume they’ll come back sometime next month, since any mousing they do there will be of minimal benefit HERE!
3-Leg Pete was found by accident while Tina was on a walk. He was trapped in a fence, and at first it looked like he’d keep his leg, minus some toes; but once the lower part fell off and the bone was exposed (even for my nursie eyes, that was GROSS!), his eventual destination was the vet and the chopper. The baby kitties were acquired by association. Tina says she’s not keeping any of those; we’ll see how it goes when, after weeks of feeding and nurturing, she has to let them actually GO… Becoming X-treme Crazy Cat Lady certainly wasn’t on her summer To-Do List, back when summer was just starting. Like Topsy, it just “grewed.”
Now to the question: “Extraordinary adventure” vs. “Making It Sound Good.” Probably a bit of both. My guess is that if I were writing it, it would be a lot more sarcastic, and considerably less funny. Good thing I limit myself to comments. I do know that when I read the girls’ renditions of events with which I’m familiar, or may even have been part of, it’s pretty much always funnier than I remember it. Which is good. It means I get to at least laugh once, whether or not it seemed funny at the time.
If you ever have another night where you just don’t seem to want to sleep 8-), here’s the link to Noni’s blog. She’s been here another year more than Tina, so her blog is longer. I’ve included the link to her first post, as she started the 1600 miles from there to here, to begin preparing for the move. I especially enjoyed her “Top 10 Reasons Why You Know You Aren’t in California”, and “Helpful Hints from the Northland.” I also included a photo essay of Devon’s 2010 outdoor birthday picnic–a post of which I’m excessively fond–held in the local park. In February. In Montana. Noni’s essay of my unfortunate encounter, in a driving snow storm, with a suicidal/homicidal whitetail deer was certainly more humorous in the retelling than it was in the original incident!
MY DAUGHTERS ARE INSANE. AND CRUEL…
http://goldcountrymeetsbigsky.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-joy-picnic.html
HOW IT ALL BEGAN
http://goldcountrymeetsbigsky.blogspot.com/2009/06/gettin-there.html
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I probably qualify as a crazy cat lady, since I have six of them at the moment, but actually only two of them are my fault. Eleven years ago I adopted two kittens when a friend’s mama cat had a litter and she needed to find homes for them. The other four cats that currently live with me were all pathetic starving little strays that my kids rescued and brought home over the years, knowing that their soft-hearted mother would never tell them they couldn’t keep them. The problem is that when my kids grow up and move out, they don’t take their cats with them — because once a cat has become integrated into the herd, it would be traumatic for them to be removed from it and moved to a different home without their foster siblings. So whatever shows up here pretty much stays here, till death do us part.
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Bug-eyed Orange-y has a name. It fits him, I think…
http://westbylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/magnificent-hobbes.html
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