Crazy Cats

Yes. I’ll admit that if I weren’t married I’d be in line for Crazy Cat Lady status. Heck, I already have the “Crazy” part down pat. But, I digress…

Abby - cat #1

It all started with Abby.  Back in 2004, right after Josh and I had first moved in together, we got into an argument because I wanted to bring my cat from my parents’ house, Allie. To make a long story short, several days after that argument, I had to have Allie put to sleep because her hind legs had stopped functioning and she had stopped eating and drinking. I was devastated, and Josh felt like crap for giving me a hard time about her. So, we wound up at the Summit Humane Society and adopted Abby. She was at least a year old when we adopted her, so she’s the “Old Lady” of the bunch.

Loki

Then came Loki. She was a wedding present from Josh. He adopted her from my sister-in-laws’ parents. Their cats had kittens and Loki was one of the bunch. She’s kind of a like a dog in that when Josh whistles, she comes running. She likes to give  ‘hugs’ by sticking her head underneath your chin and putting her front paws up on your shoulders. We refer to her as “Crazy Aunt Loki” because she treats the kittens (more on them later) like they’re her own babies. She also used to play fetch with a toy mouse, but won’t anymore. Probably because she has her minions to do it for her.  Yes, this cat is a Diva.

Hercules. Cat #3

Xena

out playing poker with his buddies. She was a rescue, and was living with a foster family whose permanent cats kept beating her up. Xena is very calm and quiet. So much so that we thought she was deaf for the first month that we had her. She’s not. She can hear perfectly — she just ignores us. She likes to chase the other cats, but nothing thrills her more than being chased. This fuzzy will run right up one of her brothers or sisters like she’s going to pounce, stop short, and look at them as if she were saying, “Chase me!”

Isis

Isis came to live with us in April of 2010. She was tossed into a dumpster by her former owners. Josh was one of three people trying to rescue her from underneath the dumpster, and she decided that she wanted to live with him. The way the story was told to me, he was standing ten feet from the dumpster, whistling and calling “here kitty-kitty”,  when she walked right up to him and let him pick her up and put her in his car. We tried to find a home for her at first, since we had so many other cats, but after 24 hours she had a name and permanent home with us. This cat is a sweetheart. She loves attention, isn’t afraid of anyone, and is the nicest, sweetest cat. I can’t believe someone would be so cold-hearted as to throw her away. She’s also Mama cat, since she had two kittens last September.

Which brings me to the last two fuzzies in my family: Horus and Osiris. We

Horus and Osiris

didn’t have Hercules fixed, since our other female cats were spayed, so when Isis arrived we were careful about keeping them apart when she was in heat. That obviously didn’t work, and she gave birth to two kittens in September 2010. Horus, the black and white male with a “transition” paint job, is built like Hercules. They’re both stocky and huge. Osiris, the calico, is more like Isis. They’re on the petite fine-boned side. Both kittens are hilarious, and it’s a good thing that there are only two, because there is no way on Earth that I’m getting rid of any of them.