Tuesday, June 12, 2012
So after reading a friend's blog about trying to find a home for the kittens that she has rescued, I realized that I am surrounded by Crazy Cat People.
There is my niece Kyla. Although her litter is diminishing as they are getting old and passing on, and she kept her promise to her husband of no more new cats, I do believe she still has 6 or 7.
My best friend June used to have two cats, but couldn't help but rescue one stray that was injured. Next thing you know, that rescued cat had kittens and she was suddenly up to 7 cats. Her husband passed away shortly after that and the seven cats gave her great comfort. Soon her litter grew to about 12 cats with more rescued cats. A few began to have some health issues, and the vet told she needed to find homes for some of her cats because they were never meant to live in that small of place in such numbers. She's now down to 6 cats again.
Then my friend Brian told me that the cute little kittens he had last year (and couldn't seem to part with) had babies. So far he has found two out of the three litters. He had 4 females (Momma and kittens) and 2 males (Pappa and a kitten) running around his acreage last spring. The male kitten grew up and disappeared during the winter. So now he has 12 kittens and 5 adult cats running around his place. He knows the third cat had kittens too last week, but hasn't found them yet to know how many are there. He loves his kittens.
Now none of that makes these people crazy, but they all do call me friend. That and their sense of humor definitely makes them a little warped. I love my crazy cat people friends.
(Hmmm, I wonder if maybe I'm not a little crazy myself - I hang out with these people and I am allergic to cats. lol)