My brother Michael has an uncanny knack of finding kittens.
Many years ago, at his previous home, he found a kitten under the shed in the backyard. The kitten was tiny, seemingly too young and small to be away from it's mother, but there wasn't much choice. So they became cat owners. He is a beautiful tiger with gorgeous markings and double paws. That kitten is now a cat named Snickers (though I call him Stinkers, because one day when I was sitting in their kitchen and the cat pooped in the litter box in the bathroom, which was a room away, I thought it had to be right under my chair, the smell was so big and bad). Stinkers is a little like me, he doesn't like a lot of people around. He begs at the table, like a dog would, especially when Beverly is having dinner, he knows she is sure to feed him.
A few days after finding Stinkers, Michael was cutting his back lawn and he heard a scream over the sound of the lawn mower that turned out to be another kitten. An even tinier gray kitten that literally would fit in the palm of your hand. This kitten turned out to be Scooby and he is a big bad prowling the neighborhood kind of cat. For years he wanted to go outside, but the family knew he'd be safer indoors. So everytime someone would open the door, Scooby would make a run for it and we'd all head outside trying to catch him. That got old pretty fast, so they started letting him stay outside. Luckily (at least so far) he doesn't go too far from the house and, has, on occasion, spent a night or two outdoors. I guess the Governor Francis coyotes don't know that, which is good for Snickers as well as the family that owns him.
Last week, while fishing with Matthew at Warwick Lake, they heard something moving around and making noise in the woods. Wouldn't you know it, another kitten. Covered with fleas, he got a bath as soon as they got him home. I haven't met this kitten yet, but he's had several names so far: Fishy, Marshmallow and Smores. We'll have to see what his final name ends up being as well as what type of pet he becomes.
I'm not sure how much these three free cats have cost Mike and Bev over the years, but, as they say, there's no such thing as a free pet!
Many years ago, at his previous home, he found a kitten under the shed in the backyard. The kitten was tiny, seemingly too young and small to be away from it's mother, but there wasn't much choice. So they became cat owners. He is a beautiful tiger with gorgeous markings and double paws. That kitten is now a cat named Snickers (though I call him Stinkers, because one day when I was sitting in their kitchen and the cat pooped in the litter box in the bathroom, which was a room away, I thought it had to be right under my chair, the smell was so big and bad). Stinkers is a little like me, he doesn't like a lot of people around. He begs at the table, like a dog would, especially when Beverly is having dinner, he knows she is sure to feed him.
A few days after finding Stinkers, Michael was cutting his back lawn and he heard a scream over the sound of the lawn mower that turned out to be another kitten. An even tinier gray kitten that literally would fit in the palm of your hand. This kitten turned out to be Scooby and he is a big bad prowling the neighborhood kind of cat. For years he wanted to go outside, but the family knew he'd be safer indoors. So everytime someone would open the door, Scooby would make a run for it and we'd all head outside trying to catch him. That got old pretty fast, so they started letting him stay outside. Luckily (at least so far) he doesn't go too far from the house and, has, on occasion, spent a night or two outdoors. I guess the Governor Francis coyotes don't know that, which is good for Snickers as well as the family that owns him.
Last week, while fishing with Matthew at Warwick Lake, they heard something moving around and making noise in the woods. Wouldn't you know it, another kitten. Covered with fleas, he got a bath as soon as they got him home. I haven't met this kitten yet, but he's had several names so far: Fishy, Marshmallow and Smores. We'll have to see what his final name ends up being as well as what type of pet he becomes.
I'm not sure how much these three free cats have cost Mike and Bev over the years, but, as they say, there's no such thing as a free pet!
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