Where shall I start??? I love animals. Especially the warm-blooded kind. Cold-blooded animals…I am impartial, too. So what’s my favourite animal. I think our feral cat family would scratch me if I didn’t say cats.
Let me introduce you to them :
Russell
Meet Russell. He is from the first litter of 5 that his mum brought to my door. He is two years old. He is a very vocal somebody who is unsure if he is a big baby or a big gib. He tends to arrive 30 minutes before dinner time and makes a racket for at least 10 mins in the hope of being fed early. It never happens but he tries his luck every day without fail. He drives me insane but I love him anyway.
Meow Meow
This gorgeous young gib is called Meow Meow because he was a very vocal kitten. He is from the second litter that his mum brought to my door. He will be two years old next month. He has grown up to be a quiet, independent soul. Russell torments him sometimes, so I think that is why he prefers to keep to himself, yet if Russell comes to call him, he dutifully rouses himself from his sleep and goes off with him. They have a weird relationship. I could always count on Meow Meow to let me know if a kitten had messed up in the house. It disturbed him when they did. He is super smart; if I ask him to tell me when a cat is at the door, he will do so. He hates being touched, which breaks my heart because he has the most beautiful, thick, soft fur coat.
Socks and Shoes
These are from the last batch of kittens that were brought to my door. Socks is the only female that their mum gave birth to. (Well, that I noticed anyway.) She is the cutie pie on the left. She is a very, very independent soul and prefers to be outside. Shoes, on the other hand, prefers to be inside and I sometimes have to chase him around the house when it is time for him to go. He is absolutely adorable. These two will be a year old next month.
Bob
Bob is from the 3rd litter. Here is with Socks. These two are almost inseparable. Strangely enough, when their mother kicked Socks and Shoes “out of the nest”, big brother Bob took them under his wing and let them “suckle” on him for comfort. It was sweet of him at the time but it is just weird now because he still lets Socks do it. Poor Shoes tries his luck every time but Bob will have none of it. Meow Meow is also quite attached to the kittens and still plays with them when they need a playmate.
I have managed to sterilise the whole lot, including their mum, so thankfully, Socks and Shoes are the last kittens. Before the arrival of this lot, I was a dog person. I still am, but these guys (and doll) have taught me that cats are adorable too. They have taken over my home (at meal times) and my heart (at all times)
Thanks for stopping by. Be blessed!
Grounded African 
So cute
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Thank you 🙏
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As a cat person, I love this post! Each one has their own personality, don’t they? Mama cat must have been able to tell that her babies would be safe with you 🙂
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Thank you. Glad you like it. They definitely do have their own personalities. There is 1 more. I call him fearless Fred. He thought he was a big cat from about 4 weeks old and used to challenge Russell & Meow Meow for their food. He kept me entertained.
Yes, the mother is actually extremely smart. She keeps tabs on who moves in and out in the complex we live in and calls me to see if someone moves into a place that has been empty for a while.😂
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Fearless Fred sounds like quite a character! I’m glad that Mama Cat found you.
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Aww thank you for saying so.
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Thanks for sharing your kitty stories with us.
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My pleasure. Thanks for reading them. 😊
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They are all so cute 🥰
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Thank you ☺️
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Countless cat owners enjoy the emotional benefits from their pet’s presence. Of course, their qualities, especially an un-humanly innocence, makes losing them someday such a heartbreaking experience.
Cats are beautiful; maybe even more precious and innocent than humanity collectively deserves. … I’ve found that along with human intelligence comes the proportionate reprehensible potential for evil behavior — typically malice for malice’s sake.
While cats can react violently, it is typically due to reactive distrust/dislike. But leave it to humans to commit a spiteful act, if only because we can. Indeed, I find that with our four-legged friends there’s a beautiful absence of that undesirable distinctly human trait.
Also, it’s hard for me not to notice how unusually nice people with, for example, Down Syndrome are — all to their credit, of course — when compared to the general above-average and high IQ population. I doubt it’s coincidental. …
A community newspaper editor wrote a column expressing how disturbed she was to learn of opinion poll results revealing that more than a third of surveyed adults “would, under some circumstances, choose to save the life of their dog over the life of a human being, if they could save only one.”
She was astonished and dismayed by this regardless of the hypothetical other person being a complete stranger. I, however, was/am surprised the percentage wasn’t much higher. Of course, I wrote to her that, to me, it makes perfect sense: Especially with their pets’ non-humanly innocence, how could the owners not put their beloved animal’s life first?
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Hi. Thank you for your comment. I agree that animal’s innocence is probably their most endearing feature, although when it comes to cats, they can have what appears to be a mean streak sometimes. They can be pretty moody as well. I wish I understood “meow” better to be more responsive to their needs.
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I don’t know about cats having mean streaks, but they may get moody now and then.
Still, I’ve not had those problems with my feline, Mr. Simon.
My cat really enjoys an enthusiastic talking-to while being firmly stroked or his ears scratched, which usually induces him to purr appreciatively. He will also slightly whine, quite like a small child, when wanting something, for example as he, with great expectation, stands next to his grooming brush. He’ll also have much to say, via loud trilling or an adorable combination of meow and trill, and hesitate or refuse to eat food we drop to the floor while we eat at the table.
Cats are indeed beautiful; maybe even more precious and innocent than humanity collectively deserves. There’s an actuality of healthy reciprocal relationships — some people would even go as far as to describe it as somewhat symbiotic — between pets (many of us see them as family members) and their loving and appreciative human hosts, especially physically and/or mentally ill hosts.
They have a beneficial influence over humanity that many people still cannot fathom; and this beautiful reality of their positive effect on their human hosts can also be beneficial to the pets themselves. And I’ve read more than once that people with ASD typically prefer cat company/pets over that of dogs, which includes their un-humanly innocence.
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I probably get to witness their mean side because I so many of them around me. It’s probably just a bit of moodiness coming through as you say.
They definitely are a godsend and even though the cats I wrote about are feral, I do give them as much love and attention as they will allow. Most of this group are not big on it but they always come and say hello either vocally or by rubbing against my leg. They make great companions .
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