While this blog is title cats, cooks and cameras, I feel like I’ve not posted enough about the cats. One short post about Grover’s little problem (he’s all better by the way) the poor kitties haven’t been very prominent on the blog. So tonight I’ll introduce the cats to everyone.
We have 4, 3 girls and a boy. All showed up in our backyard. The girls are a Momma Cat and her two kittens. Momma Cat was a feral cat who showed up in our yard not long after we moved into the house. A few months later, she brought 2 little black and white kittens to visit.
All the cats were trapped. Momma Cat was spayed, vaccinated and released back into the yard. The kittens moved in with us.
Valeria is the bold, outgoing kitten. She has a personality much bigger than she is. She is an awful lot of fun, always into things and generally leaps before she looks. She was named after the Valeria Khomyako, the first female pilot to shoot down an enemy plane. She is my “carry cat” and carries toys around through the house. The first one was a little stuffed fish, that we dubbed the migratory fish, because it was never in the same place twice. She is a very fierce cat, but doesn’t quite have the attention span to be a good hunter.
Amelia is our much quieter, shyer kitten. She loves having her tummy tickled, but only by me. Steve just doesn’t quite yet do it right. She holds conversations with Steve, though, and rarely talks to me. Watching her blossom into a pet cat has been a long process, but oh so worth it. She was named Amelia because she was a very proper girl cat and needed a very proper girl name. She’s also named after Amelia Earhart, thus the pilot theme for both kittens. Her neatest trick is that she sits next to me on the couch and taps me on the shoulder when she wants to be petted.
Momma Cat, feral though she was, eventually decided this being outside thing was a crock and moved herself in. She is now a happy, mostly-indoor lap cat that has done her best to delete this post by marching all over my keyboard. Her transition from feral to lap cat is a much longer story than a single blog post. She is amazing. Extremely friendly, cuddly, loves having a lap. She rules the house with an iron paw and makes sure everyone else knows she’s in charge. She hasn’t yet seen fit to tell us what her name is, thus she’s still referred to as Momma Cat.
Our latest addition is Grover. We don’t believe he was a feral, he is much too comfortable being handled for that. He is a stray that showed up in our backyard one day, starving to death. Poor thing had no idea how to play or even hunt. We brought him in and spent almost a year integrating him with the girls. They still think this boy cat is a bit much and sometimes we get looks when he’s chasing or playing with the girls. They’re all fascinated by him, though, and spend a lot of time sniffing him. He is a very cuddly cat and comes to be every night with us. Before we go to bed, he has to go to “his room” and get his treats. He can zoom up the stairs faster than a speeding bullet when he hears the word “bedtime!”
We’ve had a number of feral cats come through the yard over the years, but that’s are the indoor crew.