Meet the Cats
So its no secret we have a few cats. 7 to be exact. They all have their history and personalities so let me introduce each one. See my photo album, 'Cats', to see each one.
I'll start with the oldest: Princey. She is the oldest of our cats and around 13 years old. She came from Texas when our other black cat died. She is all black (except her bare belly which she loves to pluck her hair out). She's been through a helluva lot with all the moves we've made since our Army days in Texas. For now, she's settled in as an inside cat. Her place is in my room on the top of the couch. She mostly sits there and plucks.....or pukes. Yeah, she's known as the puker. She goes into a huge body spasm every so often and poltergeists hopefully somewhere safe. If not, and if Zelda (see below) doesn't get it, it makes a mean mess. Princey loves me for some reason, even though I ignore her and give her a bad time every time she ralphs somewhere. I'm her favorite and so she hides out in my room with me.
The two brothers: Mickey and Beaker. These are the twin brothers, male, all white. The olny way to tell them apart is that Mickey has a broken tail from birth. Which is where we got them. We lived on a small 5 acre plot with a little one room trailer and there was a wild cat who lived around there. She had some fun and had litter which somehow (weather, maybe?) ended up in our house. We took care of em all for a bit, had to move, and took 2 of em and found homes for mom and the others. They've been with us ever since. Mickey is a freak, scared of his own shadow, and proves it by chasing after his tail. Mostly an outside cat but hangs inside more in the winter. He's also the bird killer and lives a secret life as an assassin when he's not acting schizo inside the house. Beaker tries to be the alpha male cat of them all, and fails miserably. His failures at trying to be boss has led him to have a complex called free-bladder and litter-box-phobia. This has led to his nickname 'Pisser'. He's probably more a reason than any of the cats to rethink my future cat population. Anyway, his therapy is coming along nicely and he's been learning finally where to pee when noone is around to let him outside. Many cold nights outside.
Neeba is our Taco Bell cat. She was found at our local Taco Bell one day hanging out in the bushes and looking scared. She's been with us ever since, though sightings are rare. She's got a grayish, darkish mass of hair which is much softer than it looks. She likes to stay out of sight, especially of Zelda. Very lovable cat if you can catch her in the right mood. She gets mostly picked on in the house but seems content with her living arrangements, has no desire to explore the outside world.
Zelda--Zelda was a regular semi-homeless cat who hung out near the fire barracks where my wife lived during fire season. She and Ang fell in love and soon she was at our house. Its like this little feline burglar suddenly appeared in our lives and refused to be anything but number 1. She is the dominant cat of the bunch and constantly chases the other cats to remind them. She is also the most tortured and most fun. And by tortured I mean by us, and she loves every bit of it. She is so lovable that she'll wake you in the middle of the night licking your nose. But its not the action of licking that wakes you up but the stench of her breath. It overpowers every previous notion of bad smells and creates a new record. Its no wonder. Zelda also eats anything and everything. Puke, birds, veggies, toilet bowl water. Mischevious, sneaky, the adjectives could go on forever for this one.
Than we have 2 other outside cats. Hummer, might possibly be the oldest of all the cats and used to be the shit in the day. Age is catchin up to him but he's still tough. Orangish stripes, no tail, and those weird cat toes. He's a wild cat from somewhere who's found home here at our house. He won't go inside, no matter the weather. He doesn't like people-love and will never you let you touch him. But he hangs out around us and appreciates the food and water we give him for many years. He also loves our Rottweiler, Sage. Whenever Sage goes out to do her thing or just bark at he moon, Hummer's gotta find her and rub all over her. Hummer is the boss of the outside area (which is the covered area where my wood is kept.)
The other outside cat, Delilah or Lila, or as I call her Buffalo. She's a black cat with frizzy, afro, buffalo-like hair. She's also an all-outside, semi-wild cat who somehow made our house home many years ago. She's also a rare sighting, keeps to herself, and doesn't have much of a social life. When her huge winter coat comes off in the summer she gets the biggest massess of hair that hang off her, trying to break free, exactly like a buffalo's.
All in all the cats are pretty mellow, keep around our property and don't bother the neighbors any. They've all been fun and yet also a lot of work, maintenance, and problems from so many cats. We don't plan on adding any more even after these are no longer around. We'll probably always have one around but not as many as we have now.
I'll start with the oldest: Princey. She is the oldest of our cats and around 13 years old. She came from Texas when our other black cat died. She is all black (except her bare belly which she loves to pluck her hair out). She's been through a helluva lot with all the moves we've made since our Army days in Texas. For now, she's settled in as an inside cat. Her place is in my room on the top of the couch. She mostly sits there and plucks.....or pukes. Yeah, she's known as the puker. She goes into a huge body spasm every so often and poltergeists hopefully somewhere safe. If not, and if Zelda (see below) doesn't get it, it makes a mean mess. Princey loves me for some reason, even though I ignore her and give her a bad time every time she ralphs somewhere. I'm her favorite and so she hides out in my room with me.
The two brothers: Mickey and Beaker. These are the twin brothers, male, all white. The olny way to tell them apart is that Mickey has a broken tail from birth. Which is where we got them. We lived on a small 5 acre plot with a little one room trailer and there was a wild cat who lived around there. She had some fun and had litter which somehow (weather, maybe?) ended up in our house. We took care of em all for a bit, had to move, and took 2 of em and found homes for mom and the others. They've been with us ever since. Mickey is a freak, scared of his own shadow, and proves it by chasing after his tail. Mostly an outside cat but hangs inside more in the winter. He's also the bird killer and lives a secret life as an assassin when he's not acting schizo inside the house. Beaker tries to be the alpha male cat of them all, and fails miserably. His failures at trying to be boss has led him to have a complex called free-bladder and litter-box-phobia. This has led to his nickname 'Pisser'. He's probably more a reason than any of the cats to rethink my future cat population. Anyway, his therapy is coming along nicely and he's been learning finally where to pee when noone is around to let him outside. Many cold nights outside.
Neeba is our Taco Bell cat. She was found at our local Taco Bell one day hanging out in the bushes and looking scared. She's been with us ever since, though sightings are rare. She's got a grayish, darkish mass of hair which is much softer than it looks. She likes to stay out of sight, especially of Zelda. Very lovable cat if you can catch her in the right mood. She gets mostly picked on in the house but seems content with her living arrangements, has no desire to explore the outside world.
Zelda--Zelda was a regular semi-homeless cat who hung out near the fire barracks where my wife lived during fire season. She and Ang fell in love and soon she was at our house. Its like this little feline burglar suddenly appeared in our lives and refused to be anything but number 1. She is the dominant cat of the bunch and constantly chases the other cats to remind them. She is also the most tortured and most fun. And by tortured I mean by us, and she loves every bit of it. She is so lovable that she'll wake you in the middle of the night licking your nose. But its not the action of licking that wakes you up but the stench of her breath. It overpowers every previous notion of bad smells and creates a new record. Its no wonder. Zelda also eats anything and everything. Puke, birds, veggies, toilet bowl water. Mischevious, sneaky, the adjectives could go on forever for this one.
Than we have 2 other outside cats. Hummer, might possibly be the oldest of all the cats and used to be the shit in the day. Age is catchin up to him but he's still tough. Orangish stripes, no tail, and those weird cat toes. He's a wild cat from somewhere who's found home here at our house. He won't go inside, no matter the weather. He doesn't like people-love and will never you let you touch him. But he hangs out around us and appreciates the food and water we give him for many years. He also loves our Rottweiler, Sage. Whenever Sage goes out to do her thing or just bark at he moon, Hummer's gotta find her and rub all over her. Hummer is the boss of the outside area (which is the covered area where my wood is kept.)
The other outside cat, Delilah or Lila, or as I call her Buffalo. She's a black cat with frizzy, afro, buffalo-like hair. She's also an all-outside, semi-wild cat who somehow made our house home many years ago. She's also a rare sighting, keeps to herself, and doesn't have much of a social life. When her huge winter coat comes off in the summer she gets the biggest massess of hair that hang off her, trying to break free, exactly like a buffalo's.
All in all the cats are pretty mellow, keep around our property and don't bother the neighbors any. They've all been fun and yet also a lot of work, maintenance, and problems from so many cats. We don't plan on adding any more even after these are no longer around. We'll probably always have one around but not as many as we have now.
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