The Crazy Cat Lady Post

How would you like to meet my cats?  No, I'm not kidding.  Would you like to meet them?

For the first time in ten years, I was able to get a photo of all three of our cats together.  It took some distraction with some treats to do it, but I got it!  Our cats aren't the buddy buddy type.  The two at the top, Little Lady and Tiger, they get along well enough that they sleep on the bed together - but not touching or anything.  The one at the bottom, Pity, she sleeps in The Bean's room or anywhere I happen to be. 

Pity is a loner.  The first year we had her, she didn't leave the bedroom.  Then she slowly moved into the hallway and, for a short time, she only stayed in the bathroom.  That was a fun time.  In fact, she liked to sit in the shower most of the time.  She is not normal in any sense of the word, but we love her.  Now she has taken over the house and goes everywhere and LOVES to sit on The Breadman's chest when he comes home from work.  He isn't really happy about that, but I say she's lived here nine years he better give her some lovin'.  

Little Lady, the sweet little Tuxedo in the top - she came to our porch one cold, cold January day.  She was just a litle kitten at the time.  It took me a few days to gain her confidence until I was fianlly able to grab her one day and bring her in the house.  She ran into my Office and climbed into the closet and didn't come out for nearly 48 hours.  I finally dug her out, assuming she had died or something,b ut she was curled up on a teddy bear fast asleep.  She was finally safe and warm. About three years ago, she had a seizure completely out of the blue.  She still has them from time to time, but she always comes out of it and is herself again.  I can usually tell when it is time for her to have one by her behavior.  We call her our baby, even though she has been with us the longest.  

Tiger weighs 22 pounds and is one huge cat.  Funny because he looks small in that photo.  We don't truly know how old he is, but he gets around great and eats like a horse despite having three of his big teeth pulled.  He could be as old as 17 according to our Math.  Our neighbors "think" they had him for about eleven years, but I think it was more like six.  They moved away and had plans to take him to the Shelter.  I told them I would find a good home for him.  I planned on finding him a good home, I just didn't think it would be OUR home.  We already had three cats back then and I thought four cats might be bordering on "crazy cat lady".  One day I let him in and he stayed.  He is our Big Galoot.  I hate obvious pet names like Tiger, but he really does look like a Tiger since he is so big.  He came with his name, so he is what he is.  Tiger.  

He loves to lick plastic bags.  Anytime I come home with sacks, he runs out to lick them.  I have to be careful whenever I pen the fridge because he comes running in and licks the tortilla packages.  I looked this up because I was afraid he had a vitamin deficiency or something.  But, apparently cats that were taken away from their Mama's too early like to lick plastic because it is like nursing.  That sill old cat is fifteen+ years, but he still misses nursing on his Mama.  It makes me sad, so I just let him lick away.  

So, you've met the cats.  Do you still like me or have I officially crossed the "Crazy Cat Lady" line?

*For the record - the "Crazy Cat Lady" term was actually referring to the fact that I was crazy enough to be blogging about my cats.  Not the amount of cats we have - three is a fine amount for a three person house.  I'd have more if they would allow it.  But, they are set in their ways and so are we.  Kudos to all of you that love your cats too!