Kittehs. I has dem.
Oct. 14th, 2009 05:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
msconductIt 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.
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.
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Date: 2009-10-14 11:43 am (UTC)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.