kitten post

So back in April while my mom was on her trip my brother and I discovered two abandoned kittens living in the closet where we store our water heater.  Brother-sister duo with nothing really in common except their eyes.  We took them in and I treated them like they were my children.  I can't even tell you how much time I sat and researched how to raise kittens.  I've learned more about cats since getting them than I have my entire life. So this is Felix. I named him after Felix the cartoon cat, and partially after Felix Gaeta, my favorite Battlestar Galactica character. Which, retrospectively, was a bad idea, because that guy becomes a total villain after season 3. My bad!

Initially, Felix was a total runt and baby. He needed extra love and care. I had to cuddle him to get him to sleep and stop crying, often putting him under my shirt close to my chest (where it was warmest and quietest). My little baby!




And then there is Chaps. I came up with the name (with the help of my boyfriend) because her legs are colored like she's wearing crotchless chaps! Also she's moo-printed so it reminds me of cowboys. Here's a hasty photo I took of her legs.

 


Dan with Chaps on his head! In case you're wondering, they've chewed off most of those blinds of on both sides now. Anyway it should be noted that Chaps is a really attention needy cat now. She needs to be petted constantly otherwise she starts to act out by knocking stuff over or peeing/pooping everywhere. I'm pretty torn up over the fact that I can't take them with me when I move to Seattle. They're too young yet to travel and I don't even think they could endure the emotional trauma of a plane ride there. Kind of really worried because they both seem to think I'm their mother! Hopefully my mom and brother will be able to care for them.

Anyway I think this post can sum up some pretty key facts about me. 1) I love cats like they are my own children. 2) I am not ashamed of my cat love (anymore).