I haven't had kitties in a year and a half. I had to leave my two with my husband when I seperated. I have had cats all my life and even after all
this time, I so missed having kitties around.
I got my own place, but like so many apartments, you couldn't have cats. But mine is a private apartment in a house. Landlord just said no after an
irresponsible owner before me let cats ruin the walls with spraying. But that was ok, I couldn't afford to keep them anyways.
I actually adopted a couple of rats, Ruby and Blueberry, to bring life into the apartment.But they can't curl up on your bed at night.
Last year my grandfather succombed to cancer, and my grandmother was moved to a retirement community. Their house was sold, so we had to go remove the
remaining furniture. It was a sad ordeal for me. At te same time, my best friend from work left that weekend to go work in another state. It was an
right before we got to the house, since no one lives there, we had to get some food. I went into the store, leaving my mum and son outside. I was gone
only 15 minutes to come outside and find my son standing by the bushes,holding a kitten, and my mother digging through the bushes.
She came out with a second kitten.
Poor little things were scared and hungry and covered with fleas. As soon as I held the black one, he fell asleep in my arms. It was a saturday
afternoon, and the humane society was already closed, so we had to keep them.
They are precious, two little brothers. About 9 weeks old. Some jagoff dropped them in the bushes in front of the grocery store to fend for
themselves. There is nothing but a shopping center around. People just run into the store and back out, nobody had seen them, only my son and mum
because they were standing around waiting for me. They heard them crying.
Who can do that to these sweet kittens?
And sweet they are, they purr as soon as you hold them. They were already litter trained, and are such sweeties.
I had to bring them home.
My mum has offered to help pay for them. And with permission from the landlord, I got to keep them.
Everyday they greet me when I come home, they love raw chicken, and they sleep on me every night. And they have been so wonderful.
I named the black one Coal. and the orange tabby, Leo. Since he was found in front of Food Lion. lol
He lives up to his name.
this first picture is of Coal. He was so tired the first few nights from being hungry and probably worms, he forgot to pull his tongue back in and
And Leo loves my laptop, and I can't keep him off it. If it wasn't made for napping, why is it made of warm?