Cat History

I love cats! They may not be my very favorite animal–but the only pet I’ve ever had, and terribly sweet, so I’m going to tell you about ours. (My grandparents live in the country and have a looonnngg history that I would be more than happy to tell–but you wouldn’t be very happy, trust me.)

Our Cat History could start anywhere from 10 years ago or before then. We wanted a dog. We wanted a cat. We wanted a fish, and a pony, and a kangaroo, and a panda bear, and everything else–but no, my father said 8 children was enough animals for him.

But God, seeing our dire need and desperation, sent us a cat. Her name was Kitty–and she was purrfect. She stayed outside, the neighbor loved her, my dad could not object–as long as she wasn’t his cat, she could hang around.

cat sleeping on jacket

You could compare her to a dog/panda bear/pillow, or just the best cat ever. She was a full grown cat when she came, 10 years ago, and by now, she’s quite old, but still just as happy.

kitty in the kitchen

Yes, very happy. Her purr is as loud as the lawn mower outside, her meows (which became frequent in the next few years as she sat by the glass door begging to come in) were like music, and her whiskers never lifted to hiss at us, even when Jimmy tried to cut them off with scissors.

She was a bit tense when she first came, and as she grows older and stiffer, she is getting more cautious of children and vicious petting–but nothing like when she first came and fell off our deck railing. Yes, she fell off the deck railing as Billy opened the door, AND she fell 15 feet,  AND she landed on her back! Our cat is not a normal cat. And the way she runs from thunder–she can’t have 9 lives to spare. (She must have given them all to Haley.)

Kitty stayed long enough to be given a middle name, Longhair. That’s right, Kitty Longhair Jackson.

sleeping kitty

That’s her. Sleepy, frolicky, put-your-feet-to-sleep-at-night-y. She’s quite a heavy cat!

We went through a couple other cats or so, Phoebe, Teemo, and perhaps some I’m not remembering. They came and left. Phoebe was a kitten and only stayed one night after following us home–but she was dang cute! We all remember her. Teemo is still around the neighborhood, terrorizing other cats, but by no means is he our cat. *shudder* Think the opposite of Kitty–that’s him.

So last year, early spring, so just about a year ago, enter Moecat.

cat face

Moecat was originally named “Kitty’s twin” which changed to “Cat.” See, we already had a Kitty, now we had at Cat! But he was not really our cat. He was dead afraid of us. He came up on the deck to drink Kitty’s water, to hide in her basket, but anytime one of us was seen through the window, he was gone in a flash. The trick was milk. Raw milk with cream…. 🙂

cat looking in mirror, cute

When “Cat” stayed longer than we expected, some people began complaining that “Cat” was not a real name. He needed a better name. Someone came up with Bo. The people who liked “Cat” were vehemently voting for “Cat”, and the other half was vehemently voting for “Bo.” I believe I came up with the compromise. “Bo” was changed to “Moe” and “Moe” to “Moecat.” Moecat was just the perfect name, no one could argue.

Today, Moecat is the perfect picture of regeneration! Okay, he is not as clean as Kitty is, but oh my, he is sweet. As soon as he was okay with us being around, he was okay with us petting him, and even okay with climbing in our laps and digging his claws in to keep himself there. It is still hard to get him off your lap when he wants to stay on, it’s precious.

laying with cat

That’s him. He’s my little baby. By now he’s almost as cuddly as Kitty, (when he is in the right mood. He’s rather temperamental. We are both pretty tired in this picture–and warm. So we’re being nice to each other.) He still comes around, and when he earns a middle name one day, I plan on calling him Moecat Hobbes Jackson. His long body, his square head, his pouncy but sleepy tendencies, his long drawn out meows….it suits him.

Our next cat, Misty, stayed for a long time. She ran away from her home at our neighbor’s house–right before our neighbor moved–and she was a sad picture. She ate birdseed, hid in Kitty’s cat house, begged at our door just like the other cats….and when we started feeding her she was ours!

black cat

She was a very affectionate cat and quickly became bold around everyone. She seriously sounded like a crow or raven when she meowed, and if the neighbors hadn’t already named her….ooh, she would have had a cool name!

We thought we would keep her! She lived in our back yard for weeks. But right after we put this picture on Facebook and declared we had a new cat, someone dropped by and saw her. She took our cat! Took her away to an animal sanctuary with all those other cats, where our timid–but darling sweet–Misty had better be pet at least 4 hours a day! We were seeing her become such a teddy bear, it was sad to see her go where people have no many other teddy bears to hug instead…. It was a sad conclusion, but the sanctuary is a happy place. I’ve been there.

So far the only cats that have stayed more than a few months are long-haired brown tabbies. All the others come and go.

Until now!—-when I wonder if we have another cat….

mitzy

Eddie and Jonny call her Mittens, named after the cat from Bolt, but me, (I generally dislike general animal names) call her Mitzy.

This cat cracks me up every time she comes over. Not only does she look kind of funny, what with different color eyes, she makes the funniest noises! She isn’t very comfortable around us yet–and boy do you know it!! She sounds like a broken CD player! And though she doesn’t like us, she has no qualms about walking straight into the house to eat. She doesn’t enjoy petting–but for now she tolerates it. We hope one day to conform her to Kitty’s image and have her stay around forever.

mitzy2

From Yours Truly

Electric Bubbles

All photos (except the one of me) taken by myself! 

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