Fur-Kid Photos in New Beginnings

When my dad passed away, among the very few possessions of his I wanted was his cats. I lived with my dad for a couple of years when I was unemployed during the recession. During that time, we kind of adopted some strays, or rather, the strays adopted us. I couldn’t stand the thought of abandoning them, trusting that another family would take them in, so despite their protests to get in the pet carriers, I managed to do just that and relocate them to my house. Now, I’m going to share some photos.

Above we have Patches (left and vertical) and Momma Cat (top and horizontal). When we took Momma Cat in, she was pregnant, and she gave birth to a litter of four kittens. Three of them ran off, but Patches stayed. When the winter weather became really cold, I started training them to use the pet doors that came with my house. I would lure them in the back door, close it, and leave the pet doors propped open just a bit, so they would eventually find their way out. Momma Cat was the first to figure out that those doors worked both ways because she’s an affection glutton. I would be at my PC in my home office, when I would suddenly feel a paw on my hand, Momma Cat demanding that I scratch her head indefinitely.

She was also the first to start spending her nights indoors. I would open my bedroom door in the morning and find her at the steps waiting for me or laying in my recliner or sofa. If I sit on the sofa, she’ll be the first to jump in my lap.

Patches was the slowest to figure out the pet doors. As soon as I closed the back door after luring her in, she would go hide under the futon in my office and start crying. I could only wonder, “you’re in a 2,000 square foot house, how can you possibly feel trapped?” She would eventually find her way out, and I’d have to wait weeks before I could lure her inside again. It wasn’t until we had some bitterly cold rainy/snowy weather a couple of weeks ago that she realized the climate controlled indoors wasn’t as unpleasant as she initially thought.

Above we have Calico with Momma Cat pressing herself against my leg so I’ll pet her. Yeah, my dad wasn’t very creative with names; he named the calico cat “Calico” and the mother cat “Momma Cat.” For a while he had a stray black cat he called “Blackie.” Calico figured out the pet door a little before Patches. She wasn’t distressed at all when I lured her inside. As soon as she found the pet door, she would go back out. I could even immediately lure her in a second and possibly third time, and she would make a bee line to the pet door as soon as I shut the door. It wasn’t until a rainy evening when she was about to exit once again. Instead she paused at the door for a few moments, then decided she hang out inside for a bit.

She’s a bit of a wanderer with a meow that sounds almost like a wind chime. With her pretty coat and her vocalizations, I think she’s very good at seducing other families out of food. She was gone for at least six weeks after I relocated her to my house. Even now, she spent the past couple of weeks sleeping inside, but as of yesterday morning, shes out on one of her excursions.

She’s a borderline lap cat, though. She won’t actually sit in my lap, but she will lay in between my legs and apparently enjoy pure bliss as demonstrated below.

Still, I hope she comes back soon since I worry about her when she’s not around. Anyways, those are my babies. I hope you enjoyed seeing them.

Last updated December 22, 2017