I know it has been quite some time since I updated everyone and I apologize.
News has been mixed.
Lucia is looking so good and filled out. Her winter coat is coming in so beautifully. But she still doesn't get along with anyone. Even Saffron and Sachi try to attack her which is rather sad and ironic.
I am keeping one of the eight. My little Renzo the runty who is also my Little Chunk. He is so cute and cuddly. He may also be a dwarf. He is so small still and is half the size of his siblings. If that. But he is so sweet. We have a daily routine. He comes everywhere with me. I have a pet sling and in he goes. We go grocery shopping and he even comes to lunch with me. I don't like leaving him alone because he is so small. The other cats love him to bits. Mary cuddles with him on my bed. At bed time I he knows it because I am in my pjs and he sits up, I swoop him up tuck him into my robe and up the stairs we go.
I have a little fleece baby blanket for him that he loves so he and Mary sleep there. He talks all the time but not in meows. He squeaks, grunts, purrs, meeps and eeps. I love him with all of my devotion.
Giorgio is gone and I am heartbroken. I can't find him anywhere. I search the shelters sites, drive around and keep a lookout but he is never there. My daughter saw him a few weeks ago but since then nothing.
Sarafina has also been gone.
The only one around is Sachi's twin.
But this does not mean all is quiet. There is a new man in town and he is HUGE. He is a big buff tomcat with no collar. I mean big!
I want to make sure my unspayed girls stay close. Sachi and Saffron are due in a few weeks for their spays. If one got out...I don't want to think about it. He would break them in half. They are slender and small like their mother. They don't seem interested in anything but laps and love anyway. But he is scary big with a big Tomcat neck.
I am going to keep looking for my kitties. I wonder if big ole Buff has decided this is his territory and has booted the others off. The cheeky thing was rummaging through my studio/garage. I have a detached garage and I am turning the second floor into a studio so I can do art again. He just sauntered on in like he owned the place. I have a fridge with beer leftover from Barbeques...maybe he is looking for a cold one.
I don't think he was looking for food because he does not look like he has skipped a meal...unless...he has been eating my food and not any of the others...mmm. I need to find out.
But where is my Giorgio?