The Cats

We have two cats.
This is Willow.

We estimate she is almost two years old.
She is a stray.
I worked at the high school at the time and the kids came to tell me there was a small thin kitten outside. If they could bring her in, please?
I said "no", thinking she must belonged to someone.
But the ladies in the office had already taken her in and fed her.
They loved her, but no one could take her.
"I will!" I said, when they asked around if someone wanted her.
Without really thinking about it.
"But what if she belonged to someone else?" I asked.
Then they should have taken better care of her, the ladies in the office said.
I looked at the purring black kitten in my arms and decided she was ours.
She has been with us ever since.
She is smart, sweet and streetwise and we love her.

Then there is Iggy.
She is Willow's daughter.
When she was born she was totally white, imagine our surprise!
She is an audacious little thing, full of energy.
She loves to cuddle, with us or with her mom,

Both cats are hunters.

They are great hunters!
They bring us food every day and don't understand why I yell at them when they're trying to bring animals in the house that are still alive...
Birds fluttering through my house, their feathers shedding like it's snowing inside.
Wounded mice fleeing under furniture, trying to postpone their demise....
The cracking of bones when the cats eat their catch and the obligatory heap of intestines they leave behind, all this taking place on the rug of course...been there, done that, but not any more.

This blog is dedicated to my cats and their catches.