Random-Ass and Super Rare Personal Post
There’s no big reason for this. I/We’ve had several cats over the years, but I don’t know how much longer we’ll have our current count, and I wanted to commemorate them while they’re all here. Basically pet loss fucking sucks, and I’m feeling sappy. Also this is more for future-me than anything else, so sorry if this gets a little verbose.
The newest addition, Tinker. 1-2 years old.
I literally rescued him from a tree this past October but he officially became a part of our family in February. He’s long af, is very high energy, and likes to hop to places he doesn’t belong and open doors he shouldn’t.
This is Leo, 2-3 years old.
He’s the one that’s technically “my” cat. He’s really feisty and playful, and he doesn’t like to be held or carried. But he loves attention, especially lap time; and he likes it when I cup my hand under his head while he sleeps. He also loves french fries, and dangling string toys.
This is Barney, aka Barnabas. 7 years old, and no, he and Leo aren’t related, shockingly.
He’s the snuggliest, cuddliest, sweetest boy you’ll ever meet. As long as you’re holding him he’s tolerant of most any position you put him in. He has a penchant for stealing seats and trying to pilfer sips of tea, he’s very inquisitive, and is prone to fits of jealousy. He stands up and stretches tall for pets, particularly when you’re making coffee, and he has a really cute, almost effeminate meow. Also, he likes kpop, and his bias is Baekhyun. UN Village is his favorite. 😂
This is Abby, 17 years old.
I found her and her three siblings in an outbuilding in 2005, as newborn kittens. But we only wound up keeping her and one of her sisters. She is literally the hissiest cat we’ve ever had; she doesn’t like strangers, and she doesn’t like being approached too quickly. But she is insanely patient when it comes to getting pets; she’ll sit and stare at you for almost a half hour if she thinks she’ll get love. She’s also our Halloween kitty, because she has the ideal spooky posture. And if you so much as stroke her back she’ll lift up into the touch. Back in the day she would flop over for belly rubs, and even now if you pick her up she’ll arch her back and snuggle into your face so you can scratch her tummy. Her face is always curious, and she has a sweet, chirping meow. So despite her angry reputation she’s actually a big sweetie pie. Plus she’s able to frighten dogs literally 10x her size.
Finally, this is Lil’ Bit, also 17, and Abby’s sister; the only siblings we’ve ever had.
Lil Bit is why we took the two girls in, because an animal attacked her and left a nasty open wound on her neck that got infected. She needed peroxide rinses for weeks. The scar is still noticeable there now, and she loves to be scratched in that spot. She’s the loner queen of the lot. She has one room that she resides in, as you can guess by the difference in her picture, and only rarely does she venture out to say hi to people. Back in the day she would almost never meow or make any sound, except for a really cool purr she has that sounds like a popcorn maker. But after our cat Boomer died she picked up his habit of yowling into the night when she’s upset. She’s also one of the few cats we’ve had that expresses love with kisses and nips. And if she sticks around for pets, or deigns to grant you lap time, consider yourself one of the chosen few.
That’s it. Maybe someday I’ll do a big ol’ pet master list, but this will do for now. ❤️
