Thursday, August 18, 2011

Celebrating black cats everyday!

Emily and Max bird watching
As much as I love black cats, I've never adopted one. They all just kind of show up, the way cats do sometimes. Yesterday was National Black Cat Awareness Day, but at my house, it's always Black Cat Day! The holiday was invented to fight the stigma of black cats and get more kitties into loving homes. Black cats aren't wicked or minions of the devil, but they are magical! :)

I got a new handbag and Emily got her own apartment!

Emily was part of an unwanted litter of kittens. At first she was grey and looked like a crazy little wolf spider. Now that she's grown, she's absolutely gorgeous. She has feathery black fur and the littlest black nose. She's especially fond of making nests in boxes and bringing us her "kill" (a stuffed octopus).Thank goodness she's an inside kitty. I'd hate to find dead mice and bird presents. Our feral kitty brings us plenty!

handsome Max

Max is my big couch potato. He was a feral baby when we brought him inside. It was absolutely nerve-wracking taking him from his mom. Luckily, he was the only one in the litter, so he was well taken care of. And very fat. And long. He looked like a loaf of black kitten. We wanted to give him a big name; his proper name is Maxamillion the Impaler. After five years, he's starting to learn how to cuddle. Some mornings I wake up to a heavy cat butt on my chest (ow!) and claws in my face (ow.) and a thunderous purr. Mostly he likes to sleep and eat. When he's hungry he'll yell "MOM!". Also, he's a little bottom heavy, as you can see in this next picture.

Big Maxie butt
As you can probably tell, my husband and I adore our black kitties and can't imagine life without them! I can't wait to see who shows up next!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Introducing Outside Kitty

my very own feral kitty
 It's early August, there is a full moon and crickets are being noisy. I'm sitting on the front porch of what used to by my grandparents house. There's a petite black and white feral  who knows me well enough to whine for food, but not enough to walk by me to get her dinner. Maybe if I sit still enough she can sneak past.

We've tried to name her different things, but Outside Kitty stuck. I doubt she'd want a human name anyway. We've been feeding her for maybe three years now. She plays pattycake with our two cats through the screen door and isn't scared of our dog. (nobody is scared of our dog) I'd love to bring her inside but I respect her autonomy. I worry about her in the winter. We have a small Dogloo for her, filled with comfy blankets, tucked close to the house. It keeps her out of the wind and warm, but I think she'd love to curl up by the fireplace. And I'd love to pet her, but I don't see that happening.

Feral cats have lived here as long as I can remember. I'd spend hours outside trying to befriend the kitties and catch a kitten; when that failed, I made them comfy beds out of my grandma's couch pillows. My grandma was awesome and let me do this because she knew how much I loved them.

Spreading the word about feral cats and kitties up for adoption is the least I can do right now. I'm not in a position to adopt or foster cats, but I can write about them! Hopefully I can educate Murray City about our neighborhood cats and find some cats homes. And in a few years, I can adopt twelve or fifteen of my own! :)