Those of you who know me, know that I own alot of cats. And they have always been outdoor cats...due to hubbies orders...he doesn't like cats in the house.
But we live on a big farm and I take in many ferals/strays and also cats that people don't want and are going to put to sleep. We have barns with hay for them to stay in...it's not like they are just out in the cold...and they are well fed and well taken care of. Up till now...the only cat my husband would allow indoors was Merlin, who I raised from a little kitten who was abandoned by his mother and told my husband he was staying inside till he was better (he was very ill when I found him...about starved and in shock and wouldn't eat) Of course as many of you know...my husband ended up falling in love with Merlin as well and Merlin was allowed to come and go in the house. He was my baby and I ADORED him. I had him for 3 years and then one day last May he went out, and although we have very little traffic on the road that is a ways from the house...he got hit. I have had cats for several years now and have only had one other get run over but fate decided it was Merlin's time to go.
I of course mourned over him for a very, very, very long time and even disappeared from this site for awhile because I couldn't discuss it or bear to think about it or even be around people discussing what cute things their cats did.
I was in alot of pain over losing him.
I said I would never get THAT attached to another cat again because it hurt so bad to lose him. (although I love all my outdoor cats as well, but it wasn't the same)
But...
I have been feeling something is missing...I need a cat inside to love me and sleep with me and just be there. (does that make sense?)
So...I brought one of the outside kitties who was born last summer, (to a stray who was pregnant when she came here) that I was particularly fond of, inside. I told Brent (hubby) he would just have to live with it. I do have two other kitties inside, but they are the two my husband found in a ditch abandoned in November (they wer only a few weeks old) and they are to be put outside once the weather warms up. (They are restricted to the computer room, where they do have lots of room to play)I was hoping to maybe talk Brent into letting me keep one of them as my indoor cat, but then I got so attached to this one kitten that was outside...I had named him Garfield, but since that is such a long name for my 17 month old daughter to say...I started calling him Gus. She can say Gus. And she LOVES him! He is an orange tabby with white feet and white on his kneck. He has been inside for a week now and has not had one accident...he uses the litterpan and is such a little sweetie! I will have to take pictures of him when I can...he was born the end of August.
I of course mourned over him for a very, very, very long time and even disappeared from this site for awhile because I couldn't discuss it or bear to think about it or even be around people discussing what cute things their cats did.
I said I would never get THAT attached to another cat again because it hurt so bad to lose him. (although I love all my outdoor cats as well, but it wasn't the same)
But...
I have been feeling something is missing...I need a cat inside to love me and sleep with me and just be there. (does that make sense?)
So...I brought one of the outside kitties who was born last summer, (to a stray who was pregnant when she came here) that I was particularly fond of, inside. I told Brent (hubby) he would just have to live with it. I do have two other kitties inside, but they are the two my husband found in a ditch abandoned in November (they wer only a few weeks old) and they are to be put outside once the weather warms up. (They are restricted to the computer room, where they do have lots of room to play)I was hoping to maybe talk Brent into letting me keep one of them as my indoor cat, but then I got so attached to this one kitten that was outside...I had named him Garfield, but since that is such a long name for my 17 month old daughter to say...I started calling him Gus. She can say Gus. And she LOVES him! He is an orange tabby with white feet and white on his kneck. He has been inside for a week now and has not had one accident...he uses the litterpan and is such a little sweetie! I will have to take pictures of him when I can...he was born the end of August.