New Feline Friends
This is a post all about our new kittens. Just to forewarn you. Just in case you don’t like cats, or something.
When I blogged about putting my old cat Misha to sleep a few weeks ago, I’d already decided to get new cats. The house just felt too empty without them.
We took our other cats from kittenhood to old age, and we decided we’d like to do the same to some more cats. There really needed to be two, to keep each other company, since we are generally out at work all day.
We went through the Cats Protection League in the end. As it happened, they had plenty of kittens looking for homes – as it was June, it was possibly the right time of year. They dutifully sent someone round to check our home was suitable for cats. No problems there, since we have plenty of space and a good size garden. And thus we were sent to a CPL ‘foster mum’ who had kittens needing homes. The lady we saw was lovely, but was one of these people who seem to be better with cats than with people. The place was absolutely full of cats. About a dozen of them were hers – I gathered that she would adopt any cat who came through her care who did not find a new home. There were also lots of kittens, in cages. The two that immediately charmed us were a pair of black and white sisters, who were 12 weeks old. They seemed very laid back when we picked them up and stroked them, and seemed very friendly. We were told that they were the last two of a litter that had been abandoned at the police station.
They were extremely nervous when we brought them home, and spent two days hiding behind Hubby’s guitar cases before they would come out. But eventually they got a bit braver, and started to explore their new home.
They are both black, with white back paws and white patches on their chest. We have named them Alia and Cassie. Alia has a bigger white patch on her chest, and is a bigger kitten, though I imagine this situation will not remain as they get older, as Cassie is greedier and is now almost as big as her sister.
We’ve had them about a month now, and they are four months old. They are very familiar with the house, and with us, and they are into everything. They chase each other around the house, climb up anything that’s static and chase anything that moves. They are particularly fond of chasing shoe laces – normally when you are trying to do them up. My last cats were old when they died, and spent most of their time sleeping. I had forgotten how active kittens can be. You have to be careful where you step, as they have this habit of following directly behind you, and you have to be careful what you leave lying around, as they’ll either play with it or try to eat it.
They were rather timid when we first got them, but they have now got to be very friendly. They run and greet me when I come in from work, wanting strokes and cuddles. When other people visit the house they remark on how friendly the kittens are – they now seem very comfortable with visitors, and have worked out that if they come over looking all adorable, they’ll get some attention.
The Cats Protection League are quite insistent that all kittens get neutered at the appropriate age, and that cats are not let out until they have been neuteured, to prevent unwanted kittens. I have no issue with this policy, and I have every intention of getting them neutered. But that can’t happen until they are five months old, and they are already trying very hard to get out. We have to be careful not to leave either the back or the front door open, as if they notice it they will make a run for it. The UK has been sweltering in a heatwave over the last three weeks. Not being able to open the back door to let some breeze in has been a tad inconvenient.
We have instead been opening the windows, but now we have to be careful of that too, as Cassie has already got out through one of the upstairs ones. The window is right above the front porch. It seems she made her escape from the window to the porch, and then the porch to the ground. I spent ages hunting high and low before ascertaining she wasn’t in the house. I found her eventually under the car, looking rather terrified. It seems this kitten wanted to explore the world, and when she got there she decided that the world was big and scary. I had trouble persuading her to come out from under the car. In the end I had to entice her out with a plate of tuna, so I could grab her and bring her back inside (they are both very fond of all kinds of fish, we’ve worked out). She seemed no worse for wear for her little adventure, but I’m not sure she’s learned not to jump out of windows. Just in case, I’m now endeavouring to make sure they are open just a tiny crack, and not leave a space big enough for a kitten to squeeze through.
If anyone’s wondering about the names, we have a tradition of naming our cats after characters in current D&D games. These two kittens happen to both be named after magic users, but since they are mostly black, like witch’s cats, that seems appropriate. Alia is my character in one of the games we play. The more discerning geek might have remembered that Alia is the name of Paul Atreides’ mad sister in Frank Herbert’s DUNE. This is, of course, where I originally got the name from.
They do keep insisting on doing cute things. So I have no doubt you will be hearing lots more about their adventures in future…