Just a boy and his cat

A funny thing happened on my way to bed last night…

Bubbles asked me casually if we could have another cat. One of his classmates was looking for a home for a kitten she’d found. Ours are outdoor cats (Seymour’s allergic), and you can almost never have too many of those when you live out in the country, so I said, “Sure – why not?”

A little while later he came up to me again. “They’re on their way, Mom.”

“Say what?”

It was late. I hadn’t expected said pretty little baby kitty to arrive till sometime the next day. Instead, he arrived just before 10:00 p.m. that night, accompanied by one quiet girl and her tired mama.

This adorable little ball of fluff is called Spitfire. Goodness knows how he came by the name, but Bubbles and I agree that it suits him. After all, he’s not shy about letting us know when he wants our attention (all the time) or when he’s upset that he’s no longer the center of attention (any time we’re not actively adoring him), but his little tiny baby kitty meows are just about the cutest thing I’ve heard in a while. And he’s so tiny! How can you not love something this tiny?

He’s like Baby Groot – too cute to handle! 😀

So tell me – are you a cat person, a dog person, or somewhere in between? Do you have any fur babies?

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Of all the things I treasure, I treasure my family the most. That definition extends to the many cats who’ve inhabited the grounds outside our humble house over the past couple of years, as well as all the cats I’ve left behind (lookin’ at you, Baldy and Biggest and Fluffmaster Flex; rest in peace, Tubby Moo-Cow).

Mr. Oscar is one such cat. We found a new home for him a couple of summers ago, and he died the very next day. Poor little guy was full of worms, unbeknownst to us at the time. But what strikes me about this image is that he has a very particular treasure: a mouse. And what’s more, it’s the mouse that got away:


Literally – he thought he’d killed it, so he let it go. After playing dead for a moment, the mouse sprang up and made a mad dash into the grass, never to be seen or heard from again (at least, not by me).

The memory of the mouse that got away and the cat who tried to eat him are things I’ll treasure for a very long time indeed. What about you – what do you treasure?

(c) 2016. All rights reserved.

Bonus picture!

Because apparently yesterday’s banana shot went up a month ago, have a bonus picture of some kitties:


My memory kinda sucks.  Apologies.  On the bright side, you get an pretty awesome cat picture, and who doesn’t love cat pictures?  No one, that’s who.  Everyone loves cats.

Everyone. 🙂

(c) 2015.  All rights reserved.

Photo 365 #86

Shadow is such a sweet kitty.  I wish we could have him inside (stupid allergies).

Occasionally he (and the others) are allowed into my office for cuddles and petting, but they don’t get any further (although Socks tried to escape into the dining room Tuesday afternoon).  Tuesday evening, though, Shadow came in for cockle burr removal therapy.  Poor thing had a bunch of cockle burrs stuck in his tail.  I tried just pulling them out, but that wasn’t working real well, so then I resorted to the brush.  But pulling turned out to be more effective, so I ended up pulling the rest of them out and then brushing the remaining few stickers from his tail.

This is the biggest reason why we didn’t want a long-hair kitty when we embarked on the Great Kitten Hunt over the summer, but Shadow is such a sweet, lovey guy that I can’t imagine not having him (even if he is relegated to the great outdoors).  Still, I miss the days when I had lap kitties. 🙂

(c) 2014.  All rights reserved.

Photo 365 #19

It’s been a long day, thanks to another stupid headache and two grumpy boys, so I present you with a picture of Shadow, because everyone knows that looking at cat pictures makes you feel happy.


Shadow is a very silly, upside-down sort of kitty.  He’s also very soft and would make an excellent lap cat, if only Seymour weren’t so allergic.  Oh, well – at least now we can have cats, as opposed to before when we lived in town.

(c) 2014.  All rights reserved.

RIP Oscar, and hello, new kitties!

Saturday was a tough day.  Our kittens, Oscar and Patches, went to their new home Saturday afternoon with a lovely lady who’s a friend of a friend.  Bubbles and Tadpole were understandably upset when they came home and found the kittens gone, but not nearly as upset as they were when we received the news that Oscar had died sometime Monday night from an unknown illness.

Patches, thankfully, is doing well…