We have seven masters in our house. They stay rent-free and expect the bipeds to wait on them hand and foot, eager to do their bidding day and night. I’m kidding. This is an exaggeration, of course, but, there’s really no denying that my daughter and I are whipped.
Case in point, we end up emitting high-pitched gobbledygook every time we see them and tend to accompany it with cuddles and tickles. My daughter also likes to periodically let the neighborhood know how much she loves our cats. When she picks them up, she has to disturb the peace and yell “I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOUUUUUUU!”
The male humans in our household love them too, but are, perhaps, less silly about it. My second child just likes to hang with them and stroke them. My youngest loves to play with them and brush their fur. And, of course, there’s my husband who buys their food and litter. He kept on saying that a certain number of cats was our limit, but, this grew every time another kitten joined our menagerie. In addition, he also has a picture of Heather as a lock-screen on his phone.
Our cats are mostly sweet. We do have snooty Heather. She is an incredibly dignified Russian Blue who might regard you with disdain as you approach but is kind enough to let you stroke her fur if you deign attempt it. She does crave contact from time to time and is quite ninja about it. She just magically appears under your stroking hand without you knowing how the two of you ended up like that.
There’s also our chunky black Scottish Straight Beans, whom my daughter dotes on. And while he does have his affectionate and playful moments, his default is a long-suffering look as his hooman spews gibberish while cuddling him. He has a loud, deep, and commanding voice to remind her who’s boss. But here in this post, he was still a little loaf of kitten. ❤
A Russian Blue like Heather, Morgan is the matriarch. She is sleek, smart, and sweet. Her eyes are incredibly intelligent and she will converse with you in meows until your dumb hooman brain finally grasps what she’s communicating. If an expected meal is a little late, she will come over to light a fire under you.
Our other black cat is Speedee. Her name was derived from the insane zoomies she used to have as a kitten. She’s also sleek and regal like a Russian blue but her personality is the opposite. She’s very scrappy and super smart. She won’t stop until she wins you over to her side of the argument or gets her way. She’s also a noisy eater. She appreciatively nom-nom-noms through her food. My daughter and I can’t help laughing hearing her eat.
And then there are the floofy colorpoints. First there’s Mr. Schoble (English name: Snowball). His coat started out white with small chocolate points and his eyes were round and sweetly inquisitive. As he grew older, his fur turned browner or more golden. His eyes also got a wry look, but his playfully sweet personality didn’t really change.
There’s also Schteiny (Tiny), our fluffiest colorpoint. His points are gray and has remained mostly white. He’s the purest soul with the most beguiling eyes. He usually hangs out in the hallway bathroom and likes to have conversations with whoever was seated in the toilet. He’s very responsive and will never fail to answer when addressed.
Finally, there’s Chowder (full name: S&R Clam Chowder – while eating said food, my daughter made the observation that the soup was the same color as the new kitten, and thus was he christened.). He has such a pretty face with wide, slanting blue eyes and a wedge profile, and his gray points radiate into tan stripes that fade altogether. He’s still a playful kitten even if he’s already the same size as the adult cats.
And that’s our feline brood. I’m a bookstagrammer, not a catstagrammer, but my cats obviously end up in my posts from time to time. How can I not include them when they’re so beautiful and precious? Also, they’re very curious and tend to crash my “shoots.”
I can go on and on about cats, but I do have some restraint (not my daughter though – you’ll have to get somebody to physically extricate you from that conversation). One of these days, I’ll be able to manage posing them together for a decent group picture (cue laughter of disbelief). Anyway, I love hearing about other people’s pets, so tell me about yours.
P.S. I want to include Onyx even if he has already gone over the rainbow bridge. He was the original black cat around here and my daughter’s first love. He was built like a swimmer (muscular, V-shaped) and liked to prowl around the house like a jungle cat. He looked serious but he was the nosiest Nosy Parker in our household (I was only second to him). Any time there was any kind of noise on street, he would dash to the windows in my husband’s office (the only ones that could see above our perimeter wall), stand on his hind legs to look out and investigate. He would have made a great cozy mystery cat sleuth (hey, there’s an idea!). Incidentally, Onyx is the cat in my profile. He rests in my mother’s garden under a Meyer lemon tree. Once we start getting fruits, they will be referred to as Onyx’s lemons. We miss him so. He will always be loved and remembered.
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Love your menagerie of Studio Ghibli movie-worthy felines. In my head I’m a cat lady too, but IRL I am just a cat meme lady. 😸
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Keep sending those cat memes! 😀
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Beautiful cats!
I look forward to reading more about them.
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Thank you! They’re bound to show up here quite often. 😀
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I don’t have them as my own pets but they hang outside our laundry area. A mother cat keeps having litters but always ends up to having only one left. It has a kitten now which is kind of audacious. it always wants to jump inside our house every time i open the door.haha! I feed them.i am nice to them but the mother still hisses at me.one day, they brought me a dead mouse, that’s when i realized they love me.hahahaha!!! mother cat is gray..kitten is white and gray…soooo cute! hahaha. will share pics next time.hehehe.i love your new entries! cats are crazy but cuddly like us? hahahaha!!!
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Ooh, those gifts! Getting roaches, even when dead, is just as awful. 😀
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