Have you ever noticed that when a guy (or girl) doesn’t want to hold a cat, said cat seems to want to do everything possible to get near that individual. So is the case for my wonderful husband who has some sort of allergy to fleas.
Our two cats, Tony and Norman are just the perfect picks for our family, except the flea thing, which of course is treatable, but you know…dang expensive. Our first kitty came completely flea infested–we bathed him every day until he was old enough to be treated, perhaps that’s what caused the strong bond.
There’s an interesting story on how Tony came to be part of our family.
It was back when AJ would let me put her in the stroller and go for walks the length of which I could decide (an era long gone). I’d dropped Willie off at preschool and for some reason decided to go up the hill towards my parents house, despite knowing that no one would be home. It’s just a nice walk and had been a beautiful day, that Tuesday afternoon in May.
Anyway, along the windy pretty much one lane road that would lead toward their street I headed. Before long, as we passed the long succumbed to blackberry bushes apple orchard, across the street under a tree in front of a two story brick house were a cat and several kittens.
A man nearby looked us over as we slowed and said, “Hey there, Miss, you wanna kitten?” I said that I’d come over to look, noticing that AJ had fallen asleep.
The kittens were so cute!! And old enough to go to homes, I estimated them to be about ten weeks old.
home with AJ
It wasn’t hard at all to see that they had mites in their ears, a couple had entirely black inside their ears and quite possibly had worms as well. I asked where the litter had been born. He gestured to behind the house and said, “back there, ma’am, under one of ’em trailers. I rent one of ’em back there.” Pointing to the brick house he continued to explain that, “This ain’t my house.”
Any reasonable person would have gotten up then and thanked the gruff looking kind hearted man for his time and moved along, but I’m not a reasonable person. I’m a person who remembers her mother letting her bring home a mite and flea infested white male kitten who turned out to be the best kitten in the world by my 7 year old standards.
I asked this man if he had any way for me to bring a kitten home. His grin got really big and he said, “Sure thing, pretty. I betcha I got a box in the dumpster in the back. Got a minute, wait right there, please.” I did wait.
It’s been over a year. I hope his litter mates are OK. He’s grown into his adorable big paws and is a little too chubby, but such a sweetheart. Our lives just wouldn’t be the same without him. Well worth the price of flea medicine? I think so.
Darren talks about his precious childhood cat living double life expectancy. May our sweet kitties live so long. With good care and plenty of love perhaps they will. Thanks for being part of our family, Tony, this really was meant to be.
Willie hoping we can keep Tony!
I had no kitten supplies at home, as there hadn’t been any plan to acquire a cat at all. It would soon be time to pick up Willie.
I quickly got Tony home in the box that the man had given me from his dumpster and when home set up a doggie pen that I had purchased when we got our rabbits, Waldo and Billy Jo back when Deeder and Cath were toddlers.
I then went off to get Willie from preschool telling him that we had to walk over to the feed store for, “some stuff” there we purchased a starter set which included a cat food and water bowl and litter pan. We bought a bag of kitten food and litter and got home as fast as our legs could carry us. The sweet little kitty was sleeping when we got home.
When AJ woke and the bus arrived with the oldest two Tony was absolutely at home, as if this were the place he’d been born.
We were all just absolutely in love, and worried that Daddy’d say we weren’t ready and that the kitten had to go.
Of course that was far from what happened. When he got home he saw the little guy curled up with really what looked like a sweet smile on those little kitten lips. This was home, and still is.
Norman, however, also here very much forever, was quite planned! I fell in love with her through her picture over Facebook and secretly planned to have her brought to my house. She’s so precious, and adored by our whole family. This post is full of pictures of kitten Tony, starting out with pictures of big cat Tony.
Another day we’ll have pictures of sweetpie Normy and how she came to be our little girl.
Have any of my readers noticed that the Bible pretty much has something to say about everything under the sun? Even on the subject of loving our animals!
A righteous man cares about his animal’s health,
but even the merciful acts of the wicked are cruel. Pro 12:10
Moral of the story, that in consideration, is that we sure better keep up on taking care of our kitty-cats, bunnies, and … well…we’re still hoping for a dog, and telling the children what a, “big responsibility puppies are.”