I miss my kitties

I keep seeing kitties. My boyfriend brings them up when we chat. I see old photos of them. I go places, my Ranch Aunt has two barn mousers: MyFriend and Smoky. They totally remind me of my Cutie and Smoky except the barn kitties are way smarter!

Cutie and Smoky both passed on in early 1997. Cinders came into my life shortly afterwards when I heard about the San Diego rescue mission, she was the only kitty in the rescue owners home (there seemed to be at least 100 kittys living there and surprisingly the house DID NOT smell of kitty litter box) that came up to me and started talking. The rescuer warned me that she was a scrapper. I assured her there was no kitties for her to "scrap" with. That seemed to ease her a bit plus she was concerned that I was there specifically for a black kitty, just my luck that she was especially friendly to me. I paid her the fifty bucks for the kitty, which included her neutering, shots and other general healthcare items. Good deal if you ask me.

Auggie joined her October 2000. I finally had my own apartment!! (I previously I had a roomie who also had a kitty.) Now Cinders seemed to be talking lots more than usual, and acting out at me (you know, puffing up her tail, making funny noises, doing the two legged dance) so I took it that she was missing her buddy to romp around with. I went back to the rescue house and found Auggie and brought him home.

In 2004, my boyfriend and I moved into our home. Things happened and I made a temporary move to Dallas, and the kitties stayed with him. So when we speak on the phone, I can hear them in the background. Sometimes I see them on the webcam. When he sends me photos they make an appearance in them.

When I see more rescue kitties in weekend pet shops, I miss mine!

For some reason cats seem to know I speak kitty. My sister in law has a perfect white kitty named Prince ~ his last name is Charming; every time I visit, he comes out from his hiding spot to spend time with me. Then there is, of course MyFriend and Smoky the two barn mousers. When you go walk around the farm they follow you; if they happen to see a nice piece of bark laying around they go and scratch it. Sometimes a bug will rustle in the grass and they will chase it down until they find another interesting object to pursue. When you give the horses attention they seem to want to go up and rub the horsie legs too, but instead they rub yours. Maybe the horsies don't like kitty love. My cousin's girlfriend has a kitty too, but I cannot remember her name (the kitty, not the girlfriend) and she is the furriest softest cutie in College Station!

Anyway point is, I miss my chatty kittys!

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