(I am having serious issues posting this, so bear with the weird layout.)At one point, I had twelve animals living in my house. No, I do not hoard animals. I just had a boyfriend who would rescue every stray cat. It's a really crazy, long story that I will definitely share sometime, but for now, I really want to share my greatest loves, the three animals who still live with me.
First up is Boston Go-Go. Boston is a four year old black and orange tortoiseshell cat, with an extra thumb on one of her paws (poly dactyl, better known as Hemingway cats). She is very talkative and loving, and probably my most social cat. Her mother did not properly wean her, so she has always loved to try to nurse my hand. When she isn't "nursing" me, she is holding my hand. (Love!)
Boston is pretty and she knows it and she loves to have her picture made! (She will even pose for pictures, as y'all can see in her first picture. LOL.)She is definitely a mama's girl, which poses quite the competition for Tux, who we'll get to later.
Next up is Prudence. Pru is my "special" cat. Pru is very skittish and runs away from anyone coming near her, any sudden movement, and any loud noise. She got her name from the Beatles song, "Dear Prudence," because the Beatles were playing the first time I saw her come out to play. The second picture of her used to be typical Prudence, thinking she was hiding since she couldn't see anything. Now, she's more social, but still so skittish it's hard to get a picture of her.
Finally, there is Tux, who is the BIGGEST mama's boy I have ever encountered! The Space-man talked me into taking in his momma and she birthed him in my guest bedroom, which served as a kitten nursery two years in a row. He was always the sleepiest, slowest moving, whiniest kitten of the bunch. I didn't intend to keep him, but while we were waiting on him to get adopted, all of his other siblings got moved out. So, little Tux, only knowing me and Space at that point, got thrust into the Fur-galicious household and attached himself to me. At first it was very sweet and fun to have my little buddy, but as Space got his cats out and Tux got older, he got more aggressive, despite being fixed at the early age of five months. (Sometimes, I think he has a bit of an Oedipus complex, the way he pushes Boston and Pru away from me ...) He is a very snuggly cat at night, when I go to bed. And he is still the whiniest cat I have ever encountered! (For some reason, though, I still love my little buddy.) |
| Boston and Tux in a good "getting along" moment |
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| I woke up Easter morning to find this in their food bowl. I think they wanted in on the fancy meal action, too. |
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| Tux feet! |
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| Tux and Boston after they've settled their battle for who gets a piece of Mommy, a nightly occurrence. |
