Last spring, I lost my last kitten-grown cat Shuppie. He was nineteen years old. I spent the next few months catless, a state of being that I had not been since I was six years old. Very odd feeling.
I wanted new kittens, two of them. I was convinced this was my last chance for kittens, since my cats tend to last into their late teens. But I put it off for various reasons.
Long about the middle of August, an old friend of my mom’s calls up after having had no contact with us for several years. During the conversation, she mentions that she has to give up her two beloved kitties, eleven and twelve years old, because she has lung cancer and can no longer care for them. She wants them to stay together, and doesn’t want them to go to a shelter because they’ll be separated.
Well, all thoughts of kittens go out the window. I want cats. These older cats need a home. Case closed.
They are beautiful kitties. Flarherty is a short haired all white twelve year old. Tallulah has long white fur with black spots and a bushy black tail. I’m not crazy about the names. They’re a little tongue twisty for me, and not the easiest to shorten. But they’ve had these names since they were kittens, so I’m not changing them now.
Flarherty was initially spending her days curled up behind furniture and refusing to leave the kitchen. Now she won’t leave me alone, and follows me everywhere. Tallulah wants nothing to do with me for some reason, and will leave the room if she sees me coming. She likes my mom enough to sleep on her chest though.
I waited to post this because the former owner was constantly calling me to check on them to such an extent that I had a suspicion she would ask to take the cats back. She’s a little clingy. More than a little clingy actually. I hesitate to say more because I know she’s going through a lot facing cancer. But for a while, I was wondering if she was using “getting the cats settled in” as an excuse to put off getting treatment. She still hasn’t made the arrangements she needs to make to get started. But that’s her business.
Anyway, I now am again Two Many Cats. I know the rule about pictures, but I still don’t have a picture scanner. Sorry.