Mysterious and wonderful cats

And that’s just the tip of the iceberg as far as cats are concerned.  I love everything about my furry felines.  I’ve had them all my life and I’m sure if I live to be an old woman I’ll always be surrounded by cats. 

It all started out on the farm where I was raised in south Texas.  We had many cats there that were mousers, but we also had some favorites among the group of forty-two that called our farm home.  We named the favorites.  We lived near the main highway and people going by would drop cats off from time-to-time.  Naturally, they multiplied over the years, even though some wondered off, got run over, or drowned by the torrential rainstorms. 

But there was always something mysterious about the cat that intrigued me.  They’re aloof and independent and definitely live life there way, all the things I aspired to do when I grew up. 

 This is what Max looked like

Well once I was off the farm and in my own house; it wasn’t long before I had a cat to keep me company.  He was a yellow kitten that one of my sisters gave me.  I called him Max.  Max went everywhere I did and was the most traveled cat I’ve had in my adult life.  He lived in four different states and put me through turmoil when he got out of the house while I was living in Alaska.  My grandmother was visiting me at the time and wasn’t used to house cats, so she felt awful about letting him out.  We looked all over for him.  I’m sure he was snickering at us from the bushes nearby.  Max did come home after a few hours.  I imagine he decided he had it pretty good indoors after all. 

Koki

Sukie

Wizard

 

 

Tootie

Comet

 Ceaser

Raven

Since that time back in the 70’s I’ve owned lots of cats, each with their own personalities.  The crazy things they do really make me laugh.  I’ve lived with daredevils and curious little rascals.  Kitten hood can be a disaster when they’re exploring because everything is “new” and a possible toy.  This is a sign to pick up all the breakables and start thinking like a cat.  They manage to jump to incredible heights, get trapped in the weirdest places (and always in the middle of the night) and bring all sorts of things to bed.  One of my cats actually fished the drainer basket out of the kitchen sink one night and I woke up with that thing in the bed the next morning.

This is Raven.  All cats love sinks.

 The four pictures above are Koki when she was younger.  She still does these things though.

They can sound like a heard of elephants running when they're chasing each other upstairs, or perhaps like bowling balls rolling across the floor.  The can scare me to death when they walk the railing on the banister, or make giant leaps to see if they can go someplace off-limits.  And of course a sack, or any other container, is never safe in the house for long.

At the end of the day, I wouldn’t change a thing.  They always love me too and never make a fuss about anything I do.  They’re there to comfort me if I’m sick and very intuitive about things.  I could go on and on, but I think I’ll post a couple more pictures.

Koki napping on my computer

 

Comet in a box.  Boxes and sacks are always the cat's meow.

 

Raven loves to get in the garbage bag when I'm changing the cat litter.

And cats love to cram themselves into spaces.  Raven and Sukie are below. 

Thanks for reading.