It was a beautiful June afternoon three years ago, and Donna and Lauren were walking Jingles around the neighborhood. Upon arriving home they discovered two kittens had followed them. The little guys appeared to be about three months old, and we decided they must be litter mates. Of course Donna gave them some (dog) food and water, and they stayed on our carport for the night. The next day we asked around the neighborhood trying to find to whom the kittens belonged. Alas, we did not find the owners.
Naturally the family talk turned to the subject of keeping the kittens. I reluctantly agreed on the condition they would learn to “do their business” outside. I was adamant we would have no litter box in the house. Savannah and I are moderately allergic to cats so there was no way we could have them indoor all the time. Besides, because they had followed Donna and Lauren home that day, we took that as a sign they were meant to live with us.
So we adopted them. We took them to our vet for vaccinations and a checkup. We were concerned about Jingles attacking them, but with care and patience we were able to introduce them to each other without any serious consequences.
In early 2008 we scheduled Mitzie for a trip to the vet to be spayed, but it turned out we were too late. In March she had a litter of six. We found homes for all but one; and so Marley came to be our third kitty. (I’ll tell Marley’s story in another post.) Would you believe it, before we could schedule her to be spayed, she was pregnant again!
Mitzie’s second litter was born in August while we were on vacation in New Orleans. She selected a dark and cramped corner in the crawlspace under the house as her nursery, and it fell to me to crawl under there to retrieve them. Six again, but one did not survive. The remaining five we named Callie, Grayson, Mims, Loner, and Mango (who would soon become Maytag - more on them when I tell Maytag’s story).
This time I did not delay! As soon as Mitzie weaned this litter she was spayed. She has been happily kitten-free ever since.
Milo was a very sweet kitten, but he caught the ramblin’ bug very early on. He was gone more often than he was home, and when he did come home he was often injured from fighting. He would stay around for a couple of days, and then take off again. Then one day he stopped coming home. We hope he found another home somewhere, and didn’t meet an untimely end.