She’s turning into a real beauty, even if her ears stick out to the side in a rather amusing fashion. And it ‘s nice to finally see her cute face! She’s got that lovely little fluff of orange hair just like a cute little redhaired girl. We’re likely to call her Nishiko.
I’m still itching to meet her but have a month (at the very least) to wait. Latest reports say that she’s running around and swatting her siblings and learning to play.
Here are the previous entries:
3 days old
9 days old
3 weeks old
As any longtime reader knows, our Webmistress and Site Mascot, Nezumi, is now Eternal. She passed from the mortal realm last year. I am happy, however, to let you all know that we have a new Webmistress in the making – she was born on April 13th and she has already stolen my heart. She is the product of my friend’s cat, a wily calico who managed to slip out while they were looking for a vet to spay her.
This little girl, and her black furred sibling, will come home to us when they are old enough. Together with Shinji, they are likely to reign supreme for many years to come.
I’m pleased to share her very first picture. In this image, she’s only 3 days old! I had a dream about her before she was even born. Somehow I just knew there would be a calico and a black kitten in this litter, and if there were, I would stop at nothing to adopt them. Interestingly, there is a black marking on her left shoulder, just like the one Nezumi had, in the same spot. So I’ve kept my promise. My spouse and I are welcoming them into our home, just as soon as they are old enough to safely adopt. I can’t wait to get to know her and her sibling!
A note about naming: My spouse and I are coming up with a list of names we like but ultimately our new kits are going to name themselves. It always works best that way!
We’re going to be giving these kittens top quality care, as we have not always been able to do at times when we were poorer. These little bundles of joy are going to be on a grain free, high protein, high nutrition diet, with a brand new humongous cat tree for them to scratch and play with climb on, a great vet, and lots of love. Shinji of course will get lots of love and assistance with getting used to two young, energetic, furry menaces, but he likes other cats so I anticipate a fairly smooth transition. I’ll also be sharing pictures as they grow and develop. I think Nezumi and Orion would approve.
One night, my partner and I were sitting around home, minding our own business, when we heard a kitten crying.
Cat lovers that we are, we immediately went to investigate. Out there in the dark was a tiny kitten, yowling pitifully, calling to us for help but obstinately not letting us near. We tried for quite some time to capture her. All we could see was a little ball of fluff. Loud fluff. The yowling continued, and she mewed all night under my partner’s window.
In the morning I went out and found the ball of fluff under our overgrown jungle of tea roses. I got the loppers and worked my way in, eventually freeing the kitten. She was starved, she’d been bitten, she was long haired, and she was calico. Big greenish yellow eyes looked into mine. She was even having trouble walking. There was only one thing to be done…. I liberated the box the TV had come in, put bedding and a water dish in the bottom, and waited for the partner to get home so I could go get kitten chow.
We figured out that this flea infested little waif had apparently left her mother and litter-mates, crossed two yards with mean dogs in them and had come specifically to us. As if she knew we would be the ones to harbor her. She was right… we held her and carried her practically around the clock until she could maintain her own body temperature, rid her of the fleas, fed her well, cared for her leg till it healed, and defended her when our senior cat hissed until he finally accepted her as an adopted daughter. He helped raise her to a fine figure of a feline.
Cassiopeia Dawn, nicknamed Mouse, is now a rather rotund, sassy queen cat. Now that her adoptive “father” is gone she is boss cat of the house. She throws stuffed mice, wraps her curly tail around your wrist in response to pettings, and pats your knee when you haven’t paid her enough attention. She’s come so far from that starving kitten she was, eight years ago. She’s returned our love many times over. We wouldn’t trade her for anything.
It’s really true… one person’s trash is another person’s treasure.