Kittehs. I has dem.

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It occurs to me that I've been on the Internet for fifteen years and I've never once posted a picture of a cat. Surely some mistake. Here, therefore, are the baby photos of one furry sweetie and two hellions.



I was supposed to be fostering these three for the SPCA, but because I am a terrible foster mother I committed the cardinal fostering sin and fell in love with them. That's why they're so tiny in these photos: I've had them since they were five weeks old. (Which was awesome.)

I was adamant that when I got new cats, they would be black. No pink-nosed cats, because of the risk of skin cancer. And definitely no more torties! Far too mischievous. Then the SPCA handed me a pink-nosed tabby, a tortie, and a tortie/Abyssinian cross. Oh well.



Name: Poppy
Alias: Hellbeast
Speciality: Mayhem

Looks like butter wouldn't melt, doesn't it? Yeah, right. This little troublemaker is the ringleader. No curtain, string or wire is safe. Bit clean through the wire to a phone charger.



Name: Isis
Alias: The Egyptian Ninja
Speciality: Leaping vertically in the air, kicking off the wall and plunging down onto an unsuspecting sister.

Awww! Doesn't she look harmless? Hahahaha. There's a reason they call them "naughty torties".



Name: Sapphire
Alias: Saffy
Speciality: Being sweet and adorable.

Although Saffy, not being a tortie, isn't Machiavellian like her sisters, she is, alas, easily led. Also, someone keeps bringing worms into the house. That couldn't be Saffy, though. Could it?



Since they've been together from such a young age, they decided that as they didn't have their littermates anymore, they were going to be BFF. And, six months later, they still are.

Comments

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There is no way I could ever foster a kitten - in the sense that I may as well just adopt straight away and be done with the pretense of giving it back

Ah, well, the thing there was that my last cat had just died at 17 and I was sure I wouldn't be ready for another one for quite a while, so fostering was a brilliant plan as there would be no danger of getting too attached. Um, that went well.

I know what you mean about being worried about one cat being a reminder of another, but as it turns out they're all so different from each other that it's probably hardly ever an issue. (They pointed this out at Fostering School while they were begging us not to adopt our first batch of fosterlings (the guilt!). They said they're all so different that if you take the first lot you'll never have a chance to appreciate lots of different kittens. The trouble is though that there's far too small a gap between "You'll make someone a lovely kitten" and not being able to bear the thought of them being someone else's lovely kitten. Even after they've completely wrecked your curtains.

[enidw.livejournal.com]

Almost better than cake.

Kitteh Luv!

[crazycrone.livejournal.com]

I need another cat in my life badly. It's hard to believe Wotan died two and a half years ago (aged 20-ish).
I really want another tuxedo boy, as they seem to be cleverest, in my experience, but I think you probably do encounter the right cat at the right time, somehow.

Re: Kitteh Luv!

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2 1/2 years is a long time without a furry presence. You'd think the older they were the more resigned you'd be to losing them, but I think it just makes it harder. My last two were 18 and 17 and I will always miss them.

Yes, I think the blacks and black and whites have it in terms of IQ. Tara, my black cat who died earlier this year, was the only cat I've ever seen who regally extended her back paw to hold up the cat door and whisked her tail through to stop the door falling on it. True, my Abyssian cross kitten is smart, too, but that's more diabolical cunning.