Meet the Boys!

Meet my Boys!: Baby and BooBoo

Baby came to me when he was newborn. Mama kitty abandoned the litter in a field, with all of them still in the placenta. The ants got to all but one. Being stubbornly willing to live, my Baby screamed at the top of lungs until he was rescued. A friend brought him to me. I bottled fed him around the clock, every three hours, for several weeks. I took him with me everywhere I went for over a month, carrying him in a big duffle bag with a hot water bottle. He was a sensation, especially at church. For those of you who know what its like to nurture a newborn cat, you know what I went through. But Baby survived, by the grace of God and a whole lot of prayers! Yes I prayed that my Baby would suck from the bottle (when he wouldn't) and poop (when he wouldn't) and eat (when he wouldn't). He STILL doesn't do what I tell him to do. :-) .::: Sigh:::: I have no children of my own, but I can honestly say that now I truly appreciate motherhood in a way I never did before!

Kids!


Did you know the trouble with raising a newborn feral cat is that he doesn't KNOW he's a CAT? He's affectionate and loves to be held but he still has those aggressive impulses. He stalked me and ripped at me like I was his next meal, but there was another side of him that thought he was human!! He's schizoid. So, from a sense of self-preservation, I decided he needed another playmate to draw his attention away from me. My theory was to get him a "brother" who looked just like him and could teach him to play. WELL. BooBoo Kitty joined the family when Baby was about a year old, and BooBoo was eight weeks old. But don't let that fool you. He was ALL CAT and VERY SURE of himself. From Day One, he put Baby in his place!! BooBoo was a Playing Machine, and Baby just didn't know what to do with that. But he learned. It was hilarious! BooBoo taught Baby "Catness".

Kitties at Play-- This Game called is "Pin the Tail in BooBoo's Mouth". It was a lot of fun until one day BooBoo pinned the tail between his teeth. Fur flew. Black blurs flew past my vision shrieking and screehing. That was the end of the Game.

Here's Baby, always hunting those lizzies, but he rarely catches one.

BooBoo's just not into this. When he just looks at a lizzie, it jumps in his mouth!! (not really, just kidding!) One time he brought me one of those slimy swamp frogs while I was in bed. The Big Black Hunter. I suppose that if we could understand "Catspeak", Boo Boo would be telling Baby, "Hey Stupid, that lizard is outside so save your energy. We just need to sneak out the door as soon Mom heads outside. Ready ... Set.... Run!!!"

Boo is a Hoot. He keeps me smilin' all the time. For example, when BooBoo yawns, his whole head disappears! This is one of the new "catness" things Boo taught Baby. Except Baby can't figure how to keep from sticking his tongue out at the same time. For some reason, it just loses its cuteness, ya know?? LOL

Bath time! What are brothers for?
BooBoo tries to teach Baby that kitties are supposed to wash each other. Except Baby doesn't "get it". He accepts the bath, but he never reciprocates! I can't decide whether Baby is too "stupid" to get it, or too selfish to waste his time on his new slave! :-) Maybe he's smarter than I give him credit for....




"Baby" on his throne


Isn't he handsome? Mom is so proud. :-) Of course, getting him to sit still long enough to take this picture was the hardest experience of my whole life, and cost me a pint of blood. Cats really are beasts, you know? LOL

Surrender! Nooo... YOU Surrender!




















Stalking that Big Mommy

GOTCHA!
(Lizzie plays dead
and smirks to herself,
"Ha! My tail will grow back!")