I reached over to touch him he growled a little but I was able to feel his bones so I let him continue feasting. When my husband got home from work I introduced him to the newest member who was sound asleep on our sofa curled up in a ball. After eating he took a stroll through our house smelling each room and then jumping on the sofa to lick himself clean, then settled down for a nice rain free, worry free nap. I was sort of in shock at his seemly calm manner and his easy and carefree domestic qualities. I surmised he defiantly was not a Farrell cat but probably belonged to a home at one time or perhaps someone down the road but his skinny body ruled out the later.
My husband took to him right away because of his big head and buggy green eyes that looked exactly like one of those cat clocks you see. About an hour later while my husband was sitting in his chair, the cat made his way over to him and sat on his lap claiming his new mate as if he done it before and our home was his home from the start. Smart cat to know it was my husband decision that would keep him there, so giving that guy all the love was a master move for this wise pussy. As he curled up in my husband lap Mark melted and told me he really liked him a lot and though he’d seen him before then continued to tell me he’s the one Linda, he’s the cat I told you about I’ve been seeing around with that other cat with brown and white outside for the past month or. I haven’t seen that one yet I said back. Great now we have 5 cats, there was no way Mark was letting this poor old man go anywhere.
A few days went by and we were trying to think of a name for this new cat we just rescued I looked through websites and found one we both thought was cute “Ritz” since he was a tuxedo cat it seemed fitting, but for some reason it didn’t match his personality or the way he carried himself and the manner in which he walked. . I said to my husband “You know what he looks like to me, he looks like an old Keystone cop!” He acted like one too; his face kind of has a kooky look to it, with his buggy eyes and big head. And the fact that he now for the last few days of being in our home has chased away all the Ferrell male cats and other strays they come in our kitchen and eat our cat’s food too. He even chased off the cat my husband seen him hanging with in the beginning which I had still not seen, he was like a watch dog so the name “Bobby” came to me and my husband loved it and so he calls him Bob Bob the big head. I call him Bobby or Bobalearch. I know huh, we pet lovers have some strange ways don’t we. Bob A Learch?? I don’t have a clue where it came from but it fits him.
A week or so Later, I opened the front door it was pouring rain outside and just happen to see Bob Bob chase off the brown and white cat my husband has been talking about being Bobby’s old pal but he would not let that cat anywhere near our doors, so it took shelter under the cars in the driveway just staring at us when we opened the door, my husband even chased it off a time or two not wanting to give in to one more cat, that’s it 5 is enough he said don’t even think about Linda 5 is way over the limit. First Jenny Bear and her four kittens, Johnny Bear, Strawberry & Dora, and now Bobby too. He gave me that look but I insisted even having Bobby was too much. I mean c’mon 5 cats!
Then one morning after the rain subsided I was in the kitchen washing dishes when I seen the little cat outside hiding under a chair. It was so skinny I could not allow it to be chased off, I was in shock I had never seen a cat so skinny in my life it made me want to cry to think all this time it has nothing to eat and was on the brink of starvation each time Bobby chased it off and my husband too it was only wanting to stay alive and eat. I quickly opened up two cans of cat food and gave it some water then watched as it disappeared in seconds then it ran off. Next day same thing, it was back when I opened the door there it was looking at me with huge eyes on a skinny little head in utter need of water and more food.
Again I fed it just hoping it wasn’t too late and it wouldn’t die then it walked over to me and looked up at me and let out a tiny little meow as if to say “Thank you lady for your kindness.” I reached down to stroke it and felt sick inside to discover just how skinny it really was under all the fur and that “IT” was actually a “SHE.” What’s was even worse is it had swollen breast as if it were a nursing mother. She allowed me to pet her more soaking in the love she probably hasn’t felt in a long while. She reciprocated with a soft purring then to my surprise she stood on her hind legs and kissed me, rubbing her face on my face with such a beautiful smile then she left again running off down the pathway.
Again the next day she came visiting but this time brought back a little kitten that looked just like her it had to be at least 3- 4 weeks old. She had it hiding it under some leaves that were under a chair in the back yard while she waited for me to give her some food and water and so I did then off she left carrying her baby in her mouth down the pathway.
When my husband and I talked it over we both decided it was so unfair to rescue one but not the other. Besides she was a mother with kittens not to mention she was way skinner then Bobby and so we tried the next day to get her to bring in her babies or at least provide a little shelter for them in the back, but later the evening we heard a horrible screech I mentioned to my husband some cat just got killed by that sound and the next day the little momma was alone and came into our home her breast were hard lumps, so full from not having her kittens nursing from her. That’s when we thought what we heard was true her kittens must be dead.
Days turned into weeks and no sign of the kittens or her rushing off to tend to them, so we thought the male un-neutered cats outside killed all her kittens just so they could mate with her again like they do.
She has turned out to be a very loving cat, I could never think of a name for her, I tried calling her Bonita but, we just ended up calling her Pretty Pretty or {pre pre} for short. She is so very loveable it was very hard to conceive of getting rid of her knowing what she went through with nearly starving to death and losing all her babies. She made a pig of herself for the first two months making sure her belly was always full, and then we discovered she was pregnant.
Last Monday she followed me around all day long very clingy nearly all day long. Then when I went to bed she jumped up besides me on a pillow I set up at my left side. She wanted me to rub her belly, twisting her body around so I had complete access to help her out. She laid there purring as I gently messaged her tummy and talking to her telling her what a good mommy she is and how pretty she is and that I loved her. The contractions started to happen, I felt the muscle tighten up, she never made a peep then a few more came and she rode them out like an old pro. They were getting stronger and she began to softly, under her breath moan all the while they were going on as I gently messaged her contractions away, talking to her she continued to purr through it all. Then a big one came, and she let out a howl then started licking herself and jumped down. Her plug broke leaving my pillow with a wet spot; she was now ready to start delivering. I opened the drawer under my bed that I prepared for her and she climbed in bravely giving birth to the first of four that night she was pleased and content with her new babies and her new home..
This time around I wanted to make sure she had a good experience of being a mother. I didn’t want her to worry about other cats hurting them or where her next meal was to come from. I really love this cat and am so glad we were able to rescue her. She has been the most loving cat I have ever encountered in my life; even my husband loves her because she is so loveable and sweet.
For the most part I think cat are a lot like humans when they go thought life altering awakening moments and are given a second chance, they become grateful and don’t forget easily how hard life has been. So now our love from our animals has increased by 4, giving us a total of 10 big fat healthy pussy cats, and we love them all, each having their own distinct personality and special gift they bring to our home.
Please look at the pictures in my photo below and help me name these 4 babies cute names. So far we just call them our baby tigers because they try to hiss at us with mouths fully open but no sound coming out.
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