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The Kittens of Christmas: Fergus is Fed Up

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The Kittens of Christmas

Hi! I’m Fergus. I’m a kitten. My brother Liam and sister Jolene are brown kittens. I’m the only Siamese.

I’m real proud of that.

We live with the Ham Rack family, David and Susan. They look after us, but Liam and Jolene are going to a new place, a big house with lots of toys, they keep telling me. Maybe together, maybe not. I don’t care, they can be fun but also annoying and sometimes they take attention away from me. Bye bye, sibs, and don’t forget to not write.

We got borned a little bit before Christmas, so Susan is making sure they didn’t get adopted as Christmas presents. She says when that happens sometimes it doesn’t end so good. She says their new families are gonna be wunnerful, with lotsa wet food and dry food and jingle balls and soft cushions and laps. Me, I think she’s overselling it, but Liam and Jolene are eating it up.

I like to hoard the jingle balls and the puffy toys here. Drives Liam and Jolene nuts. That’s fun.

There were lotsa people at the house last week: a lady named Wendy and a fuzzy guy named Jack and a lady named Beth but she was a cat doctor so I stayed away from her, and another fuzzy guy named Brandon. Everybody kept teasing Brandon because he likes kittens, but he just smiled. Bummer; I was kinda hoping they’d be gone by New Year’s.

The people who came to visit took lotsa pictures of us. They said we lowered their blood pressure. I don’t know what that is, but they seemed happy. Once I was napping and I stretched my toes and I thought that Brandon guy was gonna go crazy. Started baby cooing and stuff.

Me, I went crazy over that Wendy lady’s yarn. She had a whole bag of it and kept leaving it laying around and so, you know, I did what came naturally. Once she picked up the bag and I was inside it taking a nap. Didn’t bother me any.

So now that Christmas is over, come visit and if you promise to take Liam and Jolene away, I’ll spread my toes for you, if you like that kinda thing. Whatever.

Tails of Many Cats

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Jack makes it in time again – –

This isn’t a story of our cats although they will feature at times and there are certainly many stories about them!

This is the story of our neighborhood cats. We live on the edge of a cat colony, and they use our yard as a highway. They live in an abandoned apartment complex about a block away. Some are solitary and some hang around together but they all know where they can find breakfast, lunch and dinner!

We know that a few of them visit neighbors who also put out food for them and offer porches where they can either sunbathe or find a place to sleep.

There’s a local cat rescue group who regularly trap any newbies and get them spayed and released so things are reasonably under control.

Our frequent visitors are named by us for their colors and obvious personal attributes. We have Orangey, Sherbert, Blacky, Big Blacky, Tippy, Tux, Silver Tux, and Bernard.

Tippy!

Our two cats are fairly understanding about them all except for Tippy, who has been a daily frequent visitor since we moved here five years ago. Our neighbors had already named her because she is all over dark brown except for the tip of her tail which is white. She is extremely friendly and doesn’t just come for food, but likes a head rub and back scratch as well. We think she aspires to be an indoor cat and has occasionally come into the house or the porch. Once she chased young Dammit right through the cat flap into our living room before she realized she was in the house, and sat back with an appraising look. We think she didn’t like the coordination of our rug and curtains…

If our two, Molly and Dammit, are on our enclosed porch (the catio) and Tippy shows up they scream at her and she screams back. Since I don’t speak their language I can’t translate but I have a pretty good idea what they’re saying all the same. So I doubt if they will all three be sharing indoor space anytime soon.

Of the many others who show up regularly, Orangey and Blackie aren’t nearly as friendly as Tippy but are willing to tolerate us as long as we put out the food they prefer – –

The marmalade cat we call, well, Marmalade, likes to sunbathe on the chicken coop roof. The chickens like having her there; we think she may keep the hawks away. Orangey prefers the side yard, and Tux and Silver Tux never stay long, just passing through….

If it came to it, we could house another cat (besides Tippy) but they all seem well content to ease on down the road after a snack at our diner. We think there’s a “friendly people here” sign scratched into a tree someplace. Well, it’s not doing any harm and we buy cat food in bulk. Slink on by, feline friends, and just know if we catch you, we’re going to have you neutered. No harm, no foul, no offspring.