I am now the proud owner of two tiny babby kitties! Cornelia is the sleepy one, Maureen is the redhead. Their mother was feral and lived in a barn with many hungry owls. Now they live at my house.
“One day I am going to adopt a black cat, because statistically they are the least likely to be adopted”
-Catherine Skinner, 2011.
WHAT HAPPENED CATHY???
P.S. Congrats on the kitties!!!
SOMEDAY I WILL. Also the only black kitty available was unable to coexist with Eleanor (and all dogs), and I was sad about that. These girls were sisters and needed to stay together!! Did you know that every time you adopt a pet, you save 2 pets? The one you adopted and the one that takes their place at the shelter! I read that in the literature they gave me. That means I saved 4 pets. STOP HATING
I stopped hating when I read that they were from a feral barn family (via legit rescuing). Cannot wait to meet them!!!
Semi-related, I was talking to friends about pets tonight. Our first cat, Russel, was captured by Mom when she was still single and lived with us until I was 7ish. The worst end of any vacation was when we came home and both Russel and Tiller (our dog) were dying/dead.
Also semi-related, Mother has replaced Brother and I with our current dog. Which is okay, but I wish she lavished that much love (via chew toys) on us as well.
