Unexpectedly one of our cat’s fell pregnant. I say unexpectedly because she never gets out of the house. Barely is downstairs when someone isn’t down there. Is usually in my room sleeping. All day. All night.
During her pregnancy she didn’t even gain the “oval” shaped belly. But she was pregnant and she did have kittens. Unfortunately for the kittens, one was undeveloped and was a still birth, one made it but was sick as she went to hide it under my bed, and then one made it and was healthy. The sick one died two days later next to Lolli. Very sad but also expected.
The one that made it is still not old enough to find its own home yet so we’re enjoying watching it explore and run around.
We call the kitten Short Stack.
As all baby animals, Ruby has taken a strong liking to the kitten and tries to be the Mama. You can see the total size difference from Ruby’s nose to the kitten! This was in mid patting at her nose.
I have also caught a rare photo. One I have always wondered how people get them. How they manage to be there at the right time, how they managed to stop looking at the top diet pills and take a picture of…a cat mid yawn!
I did it. It’s beautiful. Okay, so maybe Short Stack looks a bit psychotic, that’s okay though.
I am victorious!
That cute cat is Lorphanie. What kind of name is Lorphanie and how the heck did we come up with it?
Come along with me while I tell you a story. Share some popcorn too!
One night while Jamie and Nick were coming home from Karate they went to the front door and saw this cat sitting in front of it. Jamie called me because he said it looked like a stray from years ago that just never left the house and adopted us.
I went downstairs to see this supposed long lost cat when I thought it was a different one. We’ve had a lot of cats.
Don’t look at me like that…We’re not the crazy cat house.
Okay…I admit it. We are.
Well, this cat ran in the house like it owned the joint. After finding out that this was neither Fancy, the long lost cat or Emo, the recently taken to someone’s home cat we placed her back outside.
She screamed and screamed and meowed. So, I thought she was hungry. I put food and water out there for her. When it comes to animals, I’m a big sucker. So I did feed this cat.
Days went by and this cat never left the sun room. Running in the house every chance it got, being chased back out of the house, and playing with wood chips flying while Jamie chopped wood. This cat was like one of those wall fountains that just never stops. Relentless.
Finally one day she ran in and I said I wasn’t going to chase her out. She was dead set on being in the house so we might as well let her spend the winter in a warm house.
We had to give her a name, since she adopted us and all. She was an orphan (so we said) and just showed up on our doorstep. Little Orphan Annie. Too long but the perfect fit.
Lorphanie! It’s pronounced Lor-fan-ee Weird I know. Don’t judge me! This is the perfect name. Mom calls her Annie.
Ever since letting her into the house she has proven to be a fantastic cat. In fact, better than half the cats (we have 5) in the house currently. She used the litter box, doesn’t fight, doesn’t get into too much food (garbage doesn’t count..what animal doesn’t do that?) and is quite the lover.
She even gets along with Ruby! Someone lost a good cat here…and we get to enjoy her! I’m not at all sad about that.
Lollipop is one out of two of the last kittens we have of our dear adopted cat Fancy whom one day left our house.
I think I know her fate which is horrible. She showed up at our door one day when we first moved here and never left.
I think she came back in the form of another cat who recently did the same thing. Pictures of her coming soon enough.
Back to Lolli! She is very photogenic, this one. She loves taking pictures, getting her belly rubbed, and sleeping under the covers with us in winter. She also likes beating up on the dogs when they step out of line and drinking out of the fish tank even though she has water in her bowl.
She has her faults but look at her. She’s gorgeous and I think she knows it.
Trinity is my beautiful cat. There is no denying that she is gorgeous.
Of course if you do deny it you will have to answer to her. You don’t want that!
Trinity is about 9 years old. Wow. I can’t believe that! I had to think about it. She may be 9 years old but this girl has got the attitude of when she was just a couple months.
9 years ago I wanted a cat really bad. We went to the SPCA and looked at free cats, but none of them were good enough. So, one day I noticed that our neighbors at the time (in California) had gotten a new kitten. I was a bit jealous but what can you do?
Now, since I was a little jealous I spied on them with the kitten a lot. I noticed they tied this kitten up to a tree outside. Can you imagine tying a cat to a tree? It’s not a dog that you put on a line to go to the bathroom! It’s a cat, they wander, they run, they are independent!
One day my little sister who was about 11 at the time brought the cat into the house. Their kitten had gotten free and crawled under our fence into our yard. Thankfully the dogs at the time weren’t out there because the male was known for killing small animals.
Anyway, she brought her in and said she found it. Instantly I asked my mom if I could keep her. Of course she said yes.
Finally! I had a cat! She was gorgeous and playful as well!
It was fate! She came to our yard to be saved from those jerks and into our lives! Boy did we not know this lady had attitude. She had so much attitude that she had most of the people in my family terrified of her!
You would walk by her and she would claw you, get too close to her and she would claw you, look at her wrong..yep, claws! A couple years later I got her spayed and she was fine.
Now she is content to jump in the place where I am going to take pictures of my cupcakes and pretend she doesn’t hear me when I’m telling her to move.
She still struts her stuff and will smack you when she sees you walking out of line. She’ll take you on.
She’s one bad motha…but she’s my pretty kitty.
So this morning we woke up early and took little Emo to the vet like I said earlier. After the doctor looked at him and the nurse violated him by taking his temperature they came to the conclusion that he has a concussion. They said the head injury would be from something like him getting hit by a car. Yea, that would be feasible if he were an outside cat but he isn’t. He was inside, in the kitchen. The vet said that the injury to his head wouldn’t happen from getting ran over by a wheelchair or even falling onto his head from the top of the refrigerator. We are quite puzzled what the heck happened to him though. Of course no one was in the kitchen when it happened and there was nothing around him which would hurt him. The vet gave him some antibiotics for the slight fever he was running and said that he would be fine. His eye might not go back to normal but more than likely will. Right now he’s doing a lot of sleeping in Jamie’s chair with Jamie in it. Thankfully it wasn’t something worse but it is just puzzling how this happened.
After we went to the vet, we went to the ER to take Shaina. Turns out she has pink eye. Lovely, right? It’s a Monday! Never dull! When we got home I decided that I was going to make cupcakes. I ended up making a French Toast cupcake with cinnamon cream cheese frosting. Click the cupcake to read about it!
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