|Mom and the kittens she got |
for my brother and me for Easter
I've lost count recently how many cats I've had, but I think it’s around 15. I'm sure I could name them all from my first black kitten Inky (#1) when I was four or five. His sibling, black and white was for my brother. Unfortunately, both got sick after only a couple of weeks and my mother had the heartbreaking job of taking them to the animal hospital to be put down.
|My brother and Inky #2.|
|Me and Marmalade, she's trying to|
get away, which she did.
The next cat was Calico (#3). She was a true calico, white with black and orange spots, I remember her laying on her back in the open window of my bedroom soaking up the sun. She was hit by a car before she was two. I buried her under the pussy willow bush and chiseled her name on a cement stepping stone. I was ten and I still have that stepping stone.
When I was twelve I found a half-grown, long haired ginger cat, which I named Marmalade (#4). She stayed around long enough to have her picture taken a few times, then took off for the unknown.
|Tippy and her first litter of one|
That’s the end of part 1, part 2 will be posted on Monday. Return to read about my cats numbers 6 - 10 and at least one really cute photo.