Tuesday, March 15, 2022

The End of an Era

January 15th, 2022 marked the end of an era when the last whitester, Frosty (AKA Sebastian Frostfire) took his last breath in the loving arms of his special boy who has adored him from the first day they met.

Frosty had a good life during the almost 14 years he was part of the family. We had no idea how old he was when we first met him but we do think he was probably 4 or 5 years at the time.  We had many adventures with Frosty along the way and we treasure the time we had with him.  He had his own special quirks and we loved every one of them  - except that habit he had of nibbling on any flower or plant that had the misfortune of coming into the house!

His last year was spent being spoiled and constantly cuddled by his special boy, enjoying a well-deserved quiet life.  We will miss him but will never forget him.  He truly has left his paw prints on our hearts. 

Saturday, April 24, 2021

The New House Guests

 Two months ago the first of the new house guests showed up.  At first they were hidden from sight and we assumed they had arrived, when their mama went from being a slow moving round bellied kitty to a sleek and sneaky kitty.   We managed to see where she was sneaking off to and found 4 little furry beings tucked away in a basement closet. After some unfriendly negotiations we were able to get mama and 4 newborn kitties up to their own bedroom upstairs.

Within 2 weeks the other feral Kitty we had brought in from the cold gave birth to her own 4 kittens. She originally had 5 kittens but one was stillborn.  I had come home for lunch, which is unusual for me, and when I came into the bedroom I saw she was in the middle of giving birth. One of the other kittens was lying in the middle of the floor, cold to the touch, but when I looked more closely, I could see its little mouth move so I cleaned it off quickly and warmed it up. By the time I brought it back, mama kitty (AKA Lady Grey) had three other kittens with her.  I popped the little grey kitten back in with her and trusted her motherly instinct to kick in.

Over the next few weeks I will post sneak peeks of the little kitty brood. As with most house guests, they are very welcome here but at some point we hope they will find loving new homes of their own!

The two all black kitties look very much alike but one is actually a short hair black tabby - black on black subtle stripes. The other has fluffy fur and a small white patch on its neck. The little grey tabby has deep green eyes and seems to be a calm little kitty.  On the other hand, the black and white kitty has a lot of energy and a lot of attitude!

More photos of the house guests coming next week.

Sunday, November 22, 2020

The Last Whitester Leaves the House

Sebastian is getting on in years and is moving slowly these days but still has firm opinions about when he should be fed and where he is going to sleep.  He still has the same attitude he came with when he chose my son as his new owner.

12 years ago, on this day, I posted the welcome story of Sebastian joining our household.


Now, we have just seen him packed off into a cat crate, loudly yowling his dissatisfaction with the situation.  My son has a new house and Sebastian (AKA Frosty) is moving into the enviable position of “only cat”. He has not been overly happy with the explosion of tabby kitties in the house over the past few months and we know he will be well loved in his new house.  We will miss him – and his goofiness – and we will be sure to visit him and grab a cuddle or two.

And we will end with a typical Sebastian sleeping pose – scrunched into the back of a chair with a leg in the air!

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

7 Weeks Today

The 6 kitties are 7 weeks old today. They have figured out how to climb up on the bed and are happy to share what previously was Mama Kitty's one refuge from her constantly hungry brood.  Although it looks like a "copy paste" crew, there are three who have a gray classic marble coat and three that have soft gray stripes.

Sunday, November 10, 2019

A New Chapter Begins

How did we go from having 1 cat in the house to 11 – in less than a month? Our house is now over run with 10 new faces – all tabby in various shades of grey. Our lone whitester is feeling outnumbered – and is wondering what happened to those quiet retirement years he was looking forward to as the only king of the castle.

So let us start at the beginning…..

It started 3 years ago when we kept seeing a white cat with tabby markings showing up at our front step the occasional evening.  She looked hungry so we put a little dry food out for her. For several months, we would see that the food had disappeared overnight and we would catch glimpses of her coming and going.  We would try to get close but she was wary of us and would back away. We assumed that she was either an underfed house cat or she was a stray.

The following summer we saw more of her – she seemed more hungry than usual.  It was not long after thus that we started to see two additional young cats coming through our yard at various times. One looked very much like Mama cat so we assumed these were her kittens. One was mainly tabby with some white markings, longer fur and beautiful green eyes.  It was braver and would come closer to the front step when it thought there would be food. We called it Sabi (from Sabrina the witch who had green eyes…and silly as it seems, Sabi the Tabby seemed a suitable call name).  The other young cat had long black fur with a goofy white patch on its face so that one became Cricket.

As fall closed in we saw more of the young cats and less of Mama Cat. My hubby decided to build a cat shelter in our back yard so the young cats would have a warm place in winter. At this point we knew Mama Cat and these young ones were strays.  As we spoke to other neighbours we found out there were more cats roaming the neighbourhood who did not seem to belong to anyone. Being at the end of the city, right by the highway, there is a good chance some of these cats were simply dumped off at the approach to the highway. 

 Then one day we saw Sabi accompanied by several kittens.  We made sure there was always food left at night time and would often see one, two or three kittens playing around our truck or under the large Colorado spruce in the front yard.  We thought there were about four kittens altogether.  Our neighbour was able to entice one kitty inside so they adopted her.  Two kitties stayed in the general vicinity of our house and throughout the winter we would open a door and see two tabbies waiting for food.  To distinguish them we decided to call one “Chair kitty” since it was always sitting on one of the chairs on our front step and the other one was “Hisser” since anytime we even took a step towards it, it would hiss loudly. We assume Chair Kitty was a she, given her timidity and Hisser was a he, given his attitude towards us.

With a cold winter in play, we decided to purchase a heated kitty house for the front of the house.  Chair kitty had disappeared but Hisser was a regular visitor and was getting more comfortable with us so we wanted to make sure he had an option if it became too cold wherever he spent the night.  Hisser decided that the heated house was just right for him and he took up residence there. He seemed content with the circumstances and he would even let us pat him under the chin every once in awhile.

Fast forward to spring.  Hisser was looking surprisingly fat for a feral cat. It turns out Hisser was a she and pregnant. She would appear at the front door early mornings and evening, wolfing down any wet food we would bring out to her.  We quickly renamed her to Mama Kitty to reflect her new role.
Two and a half months later, in summer, we spotted her walking along the back retaining wall, with a kitten in her mouth. Once she deposited the kitten in a safe spot in the back yard, she brought two more. 

Out the back window, we would see the little kittens jumping up on the concrete sidewalk blocks and trying to climb up the poplar tree.  We couldn’t get close to them but we could certainly see the exuberance of kitten youthfulness when we retreated to a safe distance. 

As they grew to about three months they became braver and would come to the front door with Mama Kitty to be fed alongside her. The largest of the three kittens was a soft grey classic tabby (mottled markings like a marble cake).  The other two had the mackerel tabby stripes in a darker color. For ease of identification, the grey one became Smokie. The other two were named for their personalities, Braveheart and Scaredy Cat.

At that time, we did find out what happened to Chair Kitty. He, not she, became a beloved pet in the house right behind us. He had escaped and his owner climbed over our fence looking for him! All ended well and he was back in his home within a day.

Back to our story….

We decided we would try to capture the three kittens and look for homes for them.  They were more friendly than any of the ferals we had been feeding so we anticipated that it would be easier to socialize them for moving to a loving family. Mama kitty seemed comfortable outside so we weren’t looking to change her situation.

Once we made that decision we quickly realized we had to change course.  Mama kitty was looking suspiciously chubby and we realized she was pregnant again.  Doing the math we realized her brood would be born at the beginning of winter, which meant they would only be a few weeks old when the snow came. The plan now became to capture all four.

The first step of the capture happened more by chance than by design. Hubby had opened the back patio door to look out at the bird feeder when Smokie and Braveheart simply walked inside.  Hubby shut the door right away and the capture commenced. Smokie was the easiest since I picked him up and took him to his new bedroom upstairs.  Braveheart did not come so easily.  She scratched wildly when picked up and then she ran under the stereo unit.  It took a day of hubby cajoling her out with a cat toy before he was able to get her in a box and bring her upstairs to her brother. 

Mama Kitty was next.  We put some food inside the front door and she willingly came in. However, once I closed the door she realized something was up and she did her best to escape.  Fortunately I was able to grab her when she started to climb up the coats on the coat rack and she was quickly moved up to her own bedroom.   

 One kitten left to go.  We had a couple of failed attempts trying to capture Scaredy cat. At night we would hear her plaintive meows, calling out for her siblings.  We could see her sitting at the end of the yard looking for her family.  On the third night, hubby went out to the store to buy a variety of toys that he thought might persuade her to come in. Surprisingly, the winner was the laser pointer. In she came.  We thought we would have a difficult time once she was in but she stayed hunched against the wall, so hubby easily picked her up and took her to reunite with her siblings.

Oh yes….three weeks later Mama Kitty had six kittens and that is how we became a household with eleven felines.

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

My Sweet Angel

Angel has been an inside cat ever since he came to live with us 12 years ago. He had a love of the outside but we knew he would not stay close by if he was ever let to have the run of the yard. He had to content himself with sniffs of fresh spring air from an open window or the breeze on his fur when I tucked him into my dressing gown and took him out into the chilly evenings.

Today, we realized he was closer to the end than we had hoped and we knew we would have to take him into the vet. He spent his last hours today being cuddled with us and with some time outside sitting in the yard he always enjoyed watching from the window. He seemed content to simply sit there and feel the grass underneath him.

We will miss Angel in many ways - and will feel the holes he has left each day.  He won't be hopping into my chair when I leave it and curling up, daring me to even think about disturbing him.  He won't be jumping onto the bed to snuggle up beside a warm leg or two.  He won't be biting the leg that moved and disturbed his sleep. And the dogs will no longer be puzzled by a small furry being that constantly walks by them or around them without fear and drinks out of the double dog bowl right beside whichever dog is already there.

But we will always remember a loving cat who came to us as the only pet in the household and transitioned through several feline and canine additions to become the true "elder" of the household. This was his home and he knew that he never needed to worry about losing his special place in our hearts.

Sunday, February 24, 2019

sleeping Angel

Angel, the elder, is slowing down these days.  He is in his 17th year, 12 of which he has been with us.  His favorite pastime is to sleep in a nice warm spot.  If my husband is sitting in the living room, then that nice warm spot is my hubby's lap. We do have a special cat bed on the coffee table which he also often enjoys.

Today, with the blowing snow outside and minus 20 degree weather, we had an electric throw plugged in ready to use.  Angel found it and has stretched out along the heated spine.  And he was not in a mood to share that with anyone!