Cherokee Sage Woman

No, this isn't a blog about the catpan.. it's just a theatrical name I thought would be befitting, should I ever run away with a traveling stage play. Star of stage, screen, & radio..Miss Kitty Litter!

Actually, I wanted to talk about my cats, of which I have four. Elusive little minxes who wind their paws around your heart, and then make you beg for their attention. We 1st got Buddy, a Bengal SnowLeopard; rescued from a family of hellions who loved nothing better than chasing him with a fireplace poker, among other atrocites. In the 3 yrs since we adopted him, he has gone from a scared-stiff recluse to the alpha cat he was born to be. He still won't allow us to pick him up.. it has to be his choice to bless us with a lap visit. But he has given us the gift of his trust.
Next came Tabitha, a Tortoise Tabby/Persian, rescued from the Humane Society. She posed & pranced for our attention, until we got her home. We have had 'sightings' of her on occasion, since that time. Dan swears she shows up for the morning meal of Fancy Feast. I think he has early morning hallucinations. We affectionately call her '1/2 cat', since she's around about that amount of time. She finally wore Buddy down into acceptance of her presence into his kingdom, turning her belly up to him, until he realized she just wasn't going to go away.
Numbers 3 & 4 also came from the Humane Society. We had gone to an adoptathon 'just to look!'
Yeah right.. a little grey-backed part siamese kitten caught Dan's eye. 6 weeks old, 1#4oz. It would be fun to see the antics of a kitten since the others were adults when we got them. Perhaps we could actually create a 'lap cat'. While we were playing with Puki, his littermate kept circling my feet. The other 2 kittens of the litter could've care less that we were there. But Tigger (the circling orange Tabby/Maine Coon) was bound & determined that if Puki got a free ride out of the hoosegow, he was going too, by Jove! Rather than trip over him, I picked him up. Big mistake.. pleading yellow eyes & the 'M' for mischief on his forehead.. snap went the bands to my heart. So we added 1# 6 oz to the weight scale, & adopted him too. The little guys were fearless, & all of Buddy's hissing & swatting in the world wouldn't deter them from being a part of this menagerie.
So now they greet Dan at the door when he comes in, like panting dogs. They each wait for their pet, then go to the backdoor where they paw at the door handle to be allowed out on the lanai. They don't show a lot of interest in me other than to beg for the kitty treats, or to urge me towards the utility room to clean out the 4'X 2' catpan. Lucky me!
I urge everyone to visit your Humane Society & increase the love-levels in your homes by adopting these sweet strays & cast-offs. They provide so many hours of entertainment & immeasurable amounts of unconditional devotion. Unfortunately, we are banning ourselves from any more adoptathons. We know our weaknesses!
But if one shows up on the doorstep, well then it's God's will.. ;o)