The kitty

Among our critters we have out here, we have two kitties.  They probably have identity issues because there has never been a set name for either one of them.  We usually call them "kitty".  Some days they get the names "patches" and "pudding".  One time Chloe named one of her stuffed animals "black ear".  You can only imagine the joking that went on at our house - and still does go on.  Hey, is that fluffy tail?  Or maybe it is eyeball?  The teens in the house were going to town with names. 

So if something does happen, we have to explain by colors.  We have one kitty that is white, gray, and light orange in color.  The other is white, black, and dark orange in color.  They are also very different in their personalities.

The lighter colored one is VERY lovey and likes to rub all of her fur all over your body.  Especially if you happen to have allergies or asthma.  She will love you, all the way to your allergist!  You can pick her up by her tail and squeeze her all over and she is happy (but, NO ONE has ever picked her up by her tail. Just in case someone from P.E.T.A. is reading this...).

The other kitty, not so much.  She likes to roll a bit between your legs and feet but she is not one to be picked up and held.  She tries to get out of your arms the whole time.

Our cats are outside cats because of the allergies that all the male figures in the household have with critters.  They have the full run of the garage and can get to the outside whenever they want.  So far I have only had one mouse in the house this season.  We start counting mice in October because that is when it is getting cold and of course, the mice like to come in for the comforts of our home.  Shoot, if I were a mouse I would love to live at our house.  The kitchen is a smorgasbord of dining for a mouse.  If you could see what gets swept up on a daily basis off of our kitchen floor you would not be surprised that we have very fat and happy mice.  Well, until we had the kittens.  Now we have no mice.

The other day I had gone to my favorite store to buy my five gallons of Hartzler milk.  After I got home I popped the trunk of the car and went into the house.  Rodger was coming in the house so he grabbed the milk and closed the trunk.

You know where this is going.

About an hour later I jumped into the car to speed out to get Sophie from ballet.  I had to zip down the road to meet the carpool driver.  As I was zipping out of our drive and was at the end of our road - about a half mile (+/-) down the road, I heard this pitiful meowing noise.  My first reaction was to freak out on the inside because I had visions of Chevy Chase in one of the Vacation movies.  The dog on the back of the bumper.  Only in my case it was going to be a cat on the top of the car or gripping onto the trunk of the car.

I stopped the car and scanned all the spots where I might see the cat, but I didn't see her anywhere.  I heard her but I did not see her.  I assumed she must be in the trunk of the car! 

So I got out of the car and opened the trunk and there was miss lovey kitty.  She wasn't looking too thrilled but she didn't look like she was going to be sick.

I don't know if you have ever ridden with a cat in the car but I can't say I care for it.  The dogs and cats are in the process of shedding the winter fur they have acquired and it is every. where.  I had to take the kitty with me because I was going to be late getting Sophie at our meeting place.  That cat was all over the car!  She was in the back seat, in the back window, on the floor, on my shoulder with her tail all over my face - fur sticking to my chapsticked lips!  She crawled down by my feet, then she was in the front window.  I thought cats puked in cars.  I expected poop or pee because of stress!  Not this kitty.  She just rolled with the punches and enjoyed the ride.  By the time I got to pick up Sophie she was plopped on the front seat of the car looking at me like I should be giving her some Fancy Feast in a lovely glass dish.

Sweet kitty became more of a friend that day - she spared me from having to clean up something very gross!

However, I still don't want to ride with the kitty in the car.  Fur in my nose and on my lips isn't my idea of a good time!

Love, nameless in Ohio