The featured image above was taken just after moving back into the new house on the farm. The old 1974 doublewide (nicknamed “The Mouse Hotel”) was taken down and replaced with a new manufactured home. Everyone was hungry, and I was able to get this photo of all the cats in their dishes at the same time, tails pointed out. We use glass bowls set inside three-cornered pans to help contain spilled food. Left to right – Abby, Nano, Marcus, Hope, Lucio and Willow. All are rescues or refugees. Willow passed away on December 20, 2018. She was 22 years old. Abby passed away on September 10, 2020. She was 18 1/2 years old. Lucio passed away on January 23, 2021. He was 15 years 7 months. Hope passed away from cancer on May 21, 2021. She was 13 years 10 months.
Marcus and his sister Hope were from the first set of mother-kitten refugees to show up here on the farm. Marcus was the most congenial, Hope the most skittish, with not much of a chance of finding a good home anywhere. They were hard to tell apart unless I saw their tails. Hope had a shorter tail with a kink at the end, something she had from birth. She was wary, but came a long way over the years, and was known for her “barking meow” call, like a small dog. Hope passed away from cancer on May 21, 2021. Marcus cat was named after my father, pictured below with two of his Marine buddies during WWII. Dad is the handsome Marine in the middle with the monkey companion. Dad was quite also quite fond of cats.
Nano the Great White Hunter, pictured with Marcus in the second photo. Nano showed up from nowhere, and used to hunt gophers and mice out back. He and the now departed Klaatu (probably a relative of his) cleared the property of gophers. Nano stuck around, even after trapping him to vaccinate and neuter. He got into too much trouble with other critters out there who beat him up too many times, requiring veterinary care. So he moved inside, where he became my caretaker. After my two surgeries in 2010, he never left my side, and still frets if I have been up too late. We call him “Dr. Nano”, for his white coat. He tries to herd me back to bed if I am past curfew…
The latest residents, left to right: Wynken, Blynken and Nod (see the February 2014 Newsletter). This photo is the best one I have of them so far as a trio, as they had so much energy and didn’t hold still well for the camera. Very loving and sweet girls, all of them. Wynken the longhair is by far the largest and strongest. Blynken had a heart murmur as a kitten, which she had outgrown. On February 25, 2022, she was put to sleep after being taken to emergency the day before and being diagnosed with left heart failure. A clot discovered in one of her atria had also moved, and she was in severe pain and was not able to be outside the oxygen cage. I called her the quiet intellectual, as she studied people and was a good lap cat. Little Nod, with her stunning Paul Newman blue eye, is the commentator of the group, and quite talkative. Her nickname is “Sister Bertrille, The Flying Nod” for her tendency to take a flying leap and ride about on my shoulders while I am working. One has to be prepared for that…
The sisters as young adults. They still sported their grey stripes on their heads back then. All are now solid white.
Below are some photos from their early days when they first appeared. When they first showed up, we put fencing in front of the shed to protect them at night.
And then they moved in to safer quarters…
The little orange guy is Tio Pepe, the only male in the litter. Tio Pepe and mama Silvie found a home with a friend. (see the February 2014 Newsletter). The Three Sisters, now The Two Sisters have been with us for over 8 years now, and remain with us. Blynken will remain forever in our hearts.
Cats Emeritus: These treasured family members have gone on to join the greater Universe. We miss them!