Only one has a real name June 26, 2002 - 1:07 p.m.

I enjoy going outside to sit with the cats, and I don't even like the outdoors. I don't really have that escape at home, because our pets are all indoors. I could go out and sit with the dogs when we take them out, but it's not quite the same for some reason. I like dogs equally as well as cats, if not more, so that can't be why. Maybe it's knowing that she is still around.

I don't need an 'escape' here, because like I've said before, being here is like an escape itself. I'm actually happy here. There's just something relaxing about going outside after the sun sets and sitting on the steps watching the kitties do kitty like things.

It started with what we now call 'Momma Kitty'. Original, ain't it? She was nothing too pretty. Shit brown with stripes. Long pointy face. Skinny. Not affectionate in the slightest. Completely feral. She came around for food. That's it. She wouldn't even eat until you were at least 5 feet away. But she never got into things and never caused any problems. So we didn't find any problem with feeding her. Maybe not affectionate, but still sweet.

About a year and a half ago, she had a litter of kittens under the house. 4 that we saw. All running under the house, meowing constantly until their mom returned from hunting or whatever. All white with large spots. The twins had spots like the mom's coat... brown with black stripes. Another one looked like the twins, but gold coloured stripy spots. And then the one with solid black spots over the white. All very cute. All ended up disappearing, except one of the twins. Which we later called 'Cringer'. We don't know how the others disappeared, but we're assuming either the neighbor dogs got them, or they got caught up in his brother's truck. We found one in the street.... :( The gold one. We're fairly certain at least that one was stuck in the truck... until it fell on the street.

I slowly tamed Cringer. He ended up being completely used to, if not begging for, attention. And he also became accustomed to being picked up and carried around. We would bring him inside on occasion and he would sleep on the chair while we watched tv or in the bed with me while I was reading. But we didn't have a litter box, and Chris never wanted to get one, plus his brother wouldn't have gone with the idea, so he's still an outdoor cat and hasn't been inside for a while. Also, as he's getting older, he's roaming the neighborhood more. He'll be gone for weeks at a time. As it stands now, I haven't seen him in nearly a month.

About 6 months after that litter, Momma Kitty had more kids. (We should just call her Slut Kitty) Again, they ran around under the house, meowing constantly. And again, we know of 4 that she had. The first one we saw, I had to make a dog drop. This dog somehow got under the house, and I caught it crawling out with the kitten in it's mouth. The poor thing died maybe 5 minutes later while we were holding it in a towel. Mostly black, with little white spots on it's chest, paws, and between the eyes. Another one that was black and white completely disappeared. But there are still two left from that group. Both solid black, but one has a small dot of white on his chest. He's been out exploring a lot like his older brother. Before then, he was pretty affectionate. Now he's become more timid.

The solid black one seems to stay very close to the house, despite his whole family wandering elsewhere. He runs to the porch when he hears me come outside. And he's recently just started meowing while he's running up to me. I can't walk without him trying to rub up against my legs and walking in front of me. {the black cat crossing your path} And for some reason he's always trying to lick my hands while I'm petting him. He's not quite used to being picked up or carried... but he copes.

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