Today’s photo is a close up of the face of one of our four cats. Of all of our cats, with their unique personalities and quirks, Cassie is the fairest one of all. She is also the biggest and laziest, and of late loves nothing more than cuddling with Tara…. right on her pillow!
Cassie is a calico with some very fun markings. One of her back legs is striped like a tiger cat, it looks like she has on a sock.
When I was young, I did not like cats. This could have been because my father did not like cats. I had a dog for a few years, but after that no pets until I was in my 20s.
My first cat Ebony came into my life in 1985, when I headed to the SPCA to fill the void in our house that was made after my sister, her two kids and their cat left after living with us temporarily. I didn’t miss the humans, but I did miss the cat! Ebony was a beautiful black cat. Shortly after, she moved to VA and she kept me company in a new an lonely place. She traveled with me on weekend trips back to PA, and she consoled me in her own way after my dad passed and I returned back to my life in VA away from my family.
Two years later (1987), I decided Ebony needed a friend, and I adopted Portia. She was a lovely long haired gray cat, who much preferred the wild life to the indoors. We came to an understanding, and she settled enough to become part of the family, but she did not like people, but tolerated me.
Both cats moved back to PA with me and lived happy lives from many more years. Ebony died in 2000, at 15 years old, and Portia who I believe was depressed after Ebony’s passing, became an outside cat once again. She would come to the door for her food, or if she smelled salmon, but other than that she choose to be outside. This broke my heart as the cold winter weather neared. One day I feed her and realized she was not doing well. I picked her up (an unheard of feat) and once at the vet found she was very ill, and it would be in her best interest to put her down, as she was suffering. This broke my heart, but I did not want her to suffer any more. Both deaths were amazingly difficult for me, they were such a part of my life.
Soon after Portia’s death, Tara and I went in search of our new pets, and we found Emmie and Cassie – 7 week old sisters at a rescue. They have been such a joy now for 7 years, moving with us to Florida. I don’t think they have ever quite forgiven me for bringing first a dog, then another dog, and cat, 5 kittens (one of which we still have) and now six guinea pigs into the family!
They still are the queens of the house, demanding chopped up canteloupe each morning for breakfast, and making it quite clear if the food bowl is empty. Along with the oddity of liking canteloupe, they also like Cheez its?
Our other two cats are Daphne and her son Kovu (aka Bubba, one of a litter of five kittens (she got out one day before I had the opportunity to get her spayed!) Bubba is Tara’s cat. Daphne delivered her first two kittens right in Tara’s bed while she was sleeping (ewwww), and Tara was there for the delivery of the rest. He is a big old scardy cat, but follows Tara where ever she goes, and gives her kitty kisses.
Daphne is the hunter of the pride, and the only one that I think could fend for herself if she had too. She loves to hunt lizards, and has also brought me frogs and a mouse one time. She needs her outside time every day, but likes the cushiness of the indoors as well. If she is outside when I walk the dogs, she will follow us down the side walk meowing all the way, and getting louder and louder the further away from home we go. She spends a good bit of her time outdoors on the roof! Cat on the Hot Florida roof. If it is very quiet, you can her the pitter patter of her paws! At least she is fairly safe when she is up there!
So, there you have it, the history of cats in my life!
As I end this Queen Cassie and Prince Kovu are having a hissing match in the living room, as they both try and stake their claim next to Tara!