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Oh wait... wrong kind of kitty cat.
Ok, but seriously. As I have often stated, cats are the superiour life form and probably a higher stage of evolution than people. After all, they have all the good traits of women (grace, beauty, intelligence, warm, friendly, playful, clean) without the bad ones (they don't shop, they don't talk).
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This is Amanda or Mandy, the Queen. Amanda was the first cat we acquired after a spell without any intelligent companionship. We got her as a little kitten. She lived to a ripe old age & died from being older than Moses. She got a bit grumpy in her old age. I don't think she much liked the other cats (intruding on her kingdom) and didn't much care for people either. Except at feeding time. Then she was just sooooo sweet. She was a long hair calico and really pretty. Amanda could also open the cabnet, get the packet of Tender Vitles out of the box and open it all by herself. So unless the cabnet was locked she didn't really need help at meal time. |
 
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This is Angel. One of the many strays that came into the fold. As I try to recall the exact nature of her arival, my mind goes blank. Maybe it will come to me in the future.... Anyhow, Angels current status is dead. Geez, trying to remeber all these details is worse than trying to figure the family tree. I recall she died of some sickness, tho can't recall what. |
 
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"Those White Cats" were also strays. TWCs and Momma Kitty were found by my mother and I. We were on the road coming back home from visiting the realatives up in NE Texas. Stopped at a roadside picnic type area out in the middle on no place to streatch the legs, and found these 3 cats abandoned.
Whomever left them there, I hope many members of your family died slow, painful deaths and then you kicked the bucket also. Anyhowz, here we see Chewie engaged in his usual activities. Sleeping and playing. As far as I know, these 2 are still alive someplace, causing trouble. At one point in life my mother (long after I was gone) had to send all the cats off to new homes. |
  
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This is Chewie. We got him & his mother as strays also. Oddly enuf I don't seem to have a picture of his mother, also known as MaMa Kitty. Pretty original names huh?
When we first started off, we were naming all of our cats "M" something. Amanda became Mandy, then Misty, Mindy, Mork, Midnight, and so on... Eventually we gave up the ghost and started to use other letters. |
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Another stray, named for being an Alley Cat. Not for Alley McSkinny, just so you know. |
 
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My dipshit step-father brought Chrissie home. He said he found her as a stray. Later we discovered that he took her off someones hands. That shit never could tell the truth about anything. Her original name was Cemetary. I thought it was kinda neat, but mom was against it, so she became Chrissie. Chrissie spent lots of time across the street with one of the neighbors, and eventually moved in with her (the neighbor). I think she is dead, seems like I recall she got run over while crossing the road. Darn cats never look both ways. |
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A picture of feeding time at the zoo. Believe me, you did not sleep in at our place. If the cats were not feed in the morning they would seek out a sleeping human and attack. Except for Amanda, who as I mentioned could feed herself. Breakfast was always an experience as everyone jockyed for positions according to rank. At one time I think we had 12 cats or so. The cats on this page were not all around at the same time, some came and went, and there were some that I just don't have good pictures of. So, this is only part of the crew. |
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Garfield, named after the cartoon cat, for his colour pattern. Anothere stray that moved in with us. He was pretty old when he showed up. I know he's dust... can't recall the circumstances. |
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Missy, or Misty. This is Amanda's daughter. We let Amanda have one litter. She had 4 kittens, and we kept Missy. Missy was rather shy, but a very loving cat. Always full of affection. She be dead. |
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Mother of the 2 White Cats. History explained. |
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This is Mork when we first got him. He was the runt of a litter, and on one thought he was going to survive. Which is why we picked him. Mork grew into a large, healthy cat. He did however eventually die of unknown causes. The vet was stumped as to what was wrong with him. After death his body was sent off to Texas A&M for examination. I think it turned out to be some kind of kidney disease. Still, for the most part he was one healthy cat. |
  
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Herman was a loud cat, as Simease cats tend to be. Very vocal. He was rather old when he moved in. Yes, another stray that adopted us. We has cat doors in the house, and frequently cats we didn't know would just wonder in. Sometimes they would stay. Why not, our house was like a pussy paradise. Sorry, just couldn't resist. I'm surprised I made it this far without using that word.
Here we see Skip Doggie Dog on leave from the army, with a cat & a beer. How much better can life be? Yea, I could have a woman, but she would just be yapping about some nonsense. |
  
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This is Midnight, Mork's brother. We decided one black cat was not enuf, so we went back for another. Midnight was one of my favorites. I called him the vampyre cat, as his "fangs" would stick out of his mouth when it was closed. Midnight once vanished for about 3 months. One day he just came walking back in as if he had never been gone. We have no clue where he was all that time. |
  
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Finally, we have Mindy. My step sister found Mindy at the school bus stop in the pouring rain. She had a broken leg (Mindy, not the step sister) so it was off to the vet. He had to put a steel pin in her leg to fix it & sew her all back up. He advised us that we should take her home & put her someplace away from the other cats so she could recover.
So, we put this damaged, delicate kitten into a box with 2 foot tall sides and lots of cushion so she could sleep and recover. Mindy, fresh from the vet, climbed the side of the box & playfully attacked the other cats (at the time we only had Amanda, Missy, Mork & Midnight). We put her back in the box. She climbed out for anther round. Back into the box, and out she came again. We said the hell with it. This cat didn't seem to be very delicate. Mindy grew into a happy & healthy cat. I was her favorite human in the house. Mindy, Midnight and the 2 White Cats went off to live with some friends in the country eventually. She may still be terrorizing the world, who knows. |
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This is Silly Kitty. I don't actually "own" her, but she comes over to visit me sometimes & hangs out. I don't know where she lives, but she knows where she can get a free meal. My place. |
So ends the cat storys for now.
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