Back in April Neighbor Boy called on a Monday night and whispered, “Mrs. Vader is having kittens.”
(Mrs. Vader being the neighborhood stray that had been unofficially adopted by the children and later officially adopted by Neighbor Boy’s grandparents. The cat was initially thought to have been a boy and named “Darth Vader,” but when it was discovered that HE was actually a SHE, the name morphed into Mrs. Vader. And she was, at the very moment of Neighbor Boy’s phone call, having another litter of kittens.)
But see, Neighbor Boy whispered the exciting news, probably so that he didn’t disturb the mama cat, and I couldn’t understand him. I remember looking at the phone and, figuring he had pocket-dialed me, hung up the phone.
Most likely irritated with my hang-up and not wanting it to happen againAZZZZZZZZZZzzg [<-- A kitty just did that. Apparently he thought my post needed a little more flair. Also: foreshadowing!] Neighbor Boy ran down to our house and told the news to G and Little Missy in person.
G and Little Missy took off to Neighbor Boy’s grandparents’ house and got to witness the miracle of a slimy little kitten being pushed out of its mama. They were in love. So when three of the four kittens came up for adoption my kids begged Hubby and me with their big ol’ eyes and sweet pleadings to please please please PLEASE let them be ours!
But here’s the thing: we lose cats.
I am not going to list all the cats we have gone through at this house because not all of you know me in person and someone will find me hard-hearted and irresponsible. But I will give you a list of excuses.
We have two neighbors against us in our quest to keep kitties. One lives in the house directly behind ours. He has a thing for cats and feeds them on his back deck. We believe our kitties have joined his ever-growing herd.
The other neighbors live three houses down and hate kitties. They trap them and send them off with animal control. It’s possible a kitty of ours got caught by the cranky-pants ladies and we didn’t check with animal control in time.
So I talked to my kids about how kitties disappear from our house and we are always so sad. But no, they wanted those kitties and Hubby is a total pushover when it comes to his children and we now have three kitties who’ve stayed around since May. We think they might actually be here to stay.
The problem, though, is that they’re really cute. All kitties are really cute, of course, and ours fill that requirement. AND they’re really friendly. My friend Jayme was sitting on the steps across the street from our house with one of her friends and our kitties played around their legs all evening. Last week I came home to Little Missy’s kitty rubbing the leg of the pizza delivery man, who was delivering pizza next door.
This combination of cute + overly friendly has led to TWO catnappings. We got them back both times, but it was nerve-wracking and lots of prayers were prayed and Little Missy about lost her mind the second time.
So in order to not lose them again we are on our second round of collars (the first were too big on the teeny kitties’ necks; now we think they’ve grown enough that they’ll work) and we keep food and water on the porch practically at all times. Which means we are not only feeding our kitties, but we are feeding a mama kitty who had her five babies in our garage (+6), a white cat (+1), an orange-ish white cat (+1), and a striped cat (+1). That’s an additional nine cats. TWELVE cats for us.Whoa doggy.
But we’ll keep feeding them cuz our kids love their kitties and snuggle them and carry them around the house. Plus, look at these two little kitties keeping me company on the porch this morning! (Adorable cat pictures for those of you who actually read to the end of this ginormously long post about cats.)