Hi, all. My husband and I have nine cats ... but I can explain.
About four years ago, we were visiting his aunt and uncle. They were trying to get rid of some of their cats because they'd just discovered that he (uncle) was allergic. So we took Ace, who at that time was an indoor/outdoor cat, but upon moving in with us became strictly an indoor cat. Fast forward a few years ... Ace loved us (and was a lot more, er, well-nourished) but was neurotic. He cried whenever he thought we were gone. Really, really cried. And cleaned himself psychotically.
So I went online to find a companion for him, since we'd recently moved from an apartment to a house. I found this cute little female ball of calico fluff, three months old. We went to check her out at an animal shelter (overflow, actually, into a vet's office), and while we were there, this gangly little two-month-old black and silver male tabby that they brought in to sort of keep her company is doing the spastic kitten play thing so adorably that he stole our hearts. And that's how we ended up with Pepsi, who was captured as a feral kitten, and Skittles, who was found at the side of the road by his mother's body when he was only a few weeks old.
Then a few months ago, my husband's little sis Amanda (19) had an argument with her dad and found herself temporarily homeless. We took her in. She brought her little black kitten Ozzy, whom she had rescued from the side of the road, with her. Amanda left, but Ozzy stayed, so we got him neutered (at about six or seven months), but not fast enough, so as of yesterday, and until we can find them good homes, we have five little kittens.
About four years ago, we were visiting his aunt and uncle. They were trying to get rid of some of their cats because they'd just discovered that he (uncle) was allergic. So we took Ace, who at that time was an indoor/outdoor cat, but upon moving in with us became strictly an indoor cat. Fast forward a few years ... Ace loved us (and was a lot more, er, well-nourished) but was neurotic. He cried whenever he thought we were gone. Really, really cried. And cleaned himself psychotically.
So I went online to find a companion for him, since we'd recently moved from an apartment to a house. I found this cute little female ball of calico fluff, three months old. We went to check her out at an animal shelter (overflow, actually, into a vet's office), and while we were there, this gangly little two-month-old black and silver male tabby that they brought in to sort of keep her company is doing the spastic kitten play thing so adorably that he stole our hearts. And that's how we ended up with Pepsi, who was captured as a feral kitten, and Skittles, who was found at the side of the road by his mother's body when he was only a few weeks old.
Then a few months ago, my husband's little sis Amanda (19) had an argument with her dad and found herself temporarily homeless. We took her in. She brought her little black kitten Ozzy, whom she had rescued from the side of the road, with her. Amanda left, but Ozzy stayed, so we got him neutered (at about six or seven months), but not fast enough, so as of yesterday, and until we can find them good homes, we have five little kittens.
