Kittens of Mass Destruction

On June 10, 2018—during a heavy rainstorm—I heard a cat screaming on the front porch. Thinking it was one of the regulars, I went to the door and called. No one came, but the screaming continued. I looked under a chair and found a sopping-wet gray and white kitten. He was so small he fit into my hand. I brought him in and dried him. That's how Otis joined our  household.

Two days later, my husband heard something crying near his shop. I went out, plucked another gray and white kitten from behind a tractor tire, and brought her inside  Otis was overjoyed to see her, and she was overjoyed to see him. So that's how we got Charlotte. 

The two were inseparable. They played hard and were the most destructive kittens I ever raised. Climbing the curtain is a favorite activity. 

They're also fond of climbing bookcases . . .

. . . because they're so much fun to jump from, as Charlotte demonstrates.

Otis has liked string ever since he was little and has amassed quite a collection.

His current favorite string is the drawstring from a pair of sweat pants. Maybe he likes it because it's the same color he is.

He usually carries it around and keeps it near.

 

One of Otis's favorite things to do with his string is the run around the kitchen table with it.

We weren't sure which kitty kept taking the sink strainer from the kitchen sink, but we knew it wasn't 20-year-old Camilla at the door. Or Arlo, who is leaving the scene.  Only Otis seemed to be staring at it with interest. 

When we found it had been moved near Otis's string, we had a good idea who the culprit was.

A cat treat bag was taken from upstairs and carried to the downstairs den—a place which Otis and Charlotte have claimed as their abode. The bag was ripped open and all treats were consumed. I blame Charlotte for this one. I've caught her trying to open treat bags before.

When we rearranged some furniture, we found three more cat treat bags under the sofa. One had been ripped apart and emptied; the other two had been clawed and bitten but the treats were still inside. 

They also ripped the stuffing out of a cat bed. When we saw the mess, we at first thought they'd killed something.

Tanner insisted he had nothing to do with it.

Arlo insisted he had nothing to do with it, either.

A box of papers I'd taken downstairs to store in a closet was pushed over and the papers scattered. 

Perhaps they wanted the box for themselves. They're big cats now. And they love boxes whether they fit in them or not. 

Hard to believe they've been here a year already.

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Alfreda Moves Up

by Alfreda, resident mom-cat

We're movin' on up

To the south side,

To a deluxe cat condo

In the den. . . .

If you read my earlier blog-post, you know that I adopted twins about seven weeks ago and am now a single mom-cat. For six weeks, we lived in cardboard boxes in the dowstairs den which has been a mess since the water heater malfuntion of June 11 when the furniture got moved out.

My little family and I are facing eviction in two weeks when a new carpet will be installed, so we decided to move out early.

We are currently residing in Tanner's former condo, which offers a south-facing view onto the deck. It also has some artwork, so we don't have to do much decorating.

Otis and Charlotte like the picture of the gray cat. Maybe because they're gray, too. Tanner's old condo is next to the big one, so we have maybe taken over that one, too.

It is a tight fit for all of us in the penthouse section. When the kittens grow a little more, they will have to move down to some of the lower levels.

Tanner is aware of what my kitties and I are doing, but he isn't too happy about it. Right after we'd moved in and had lunch, Tanner stopped by for a snack and to see what was going on.

Tanner pointed out that it was his cat-condo, but he might sub-lease it to me. The problem is that I don't have any money to pay rent.

Before I adopted Otis and Charlotte, I was working part-time on rat patrol at night in the garage, but Tanner said I wasn't doing a good enough job, so I quit to stay home with my kitties. Good cat jobs are hard to find, and Tanner won't even give me a recommendation.

Plus I confess I have a bad addiction to Temptations Cat Treats (I especially like the Chicken flavor and Dairy flavor). Unfortunately, the kittens saw me indulging and picked up this addiction from me. I shouldn't have gotten them hooked, but what's done is done. But I cannot afford to support this habit for the three of us without a source of income.

Consequently, if you would buy some of Mommy's books that would help pay my rent and buy Temptations for me and Otis and Charlotte. Her books and ebooks are on Amazon.

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