Meet My Cats

I have three cats. As I’m writing this (It’s Mardi Gras morning and magically everyone else is still sleeping—yes, even the one-year-old. No, I don’t know the secret to getting a toddler to sleep in. Sorry if you hate me. She’s a unicorn child 😅) but I’m writing this with a cat on my lap. It’s my grey one, Catsby. He’s my office kitty. 

Victoria, Catsby’s sister, is resting on the toddler tower. Ghostie, the youngest by several years, is in B.G.’s playpen, because obviously, we actually got all of these things for the cats, not for the baby. 

Catsby, aka, the Grey Catsby, the Dairy Pirate, is nine years old. He’s short-haired and all grey. As his nickname suggests, he loves dairy. He will try to steal anything that comes from a cow, though there’s rarely beef in the house. He can usually be found looking out the window, sleeping on “his” red blanket, or sitting close to the table when there’s food. Catsby is a social cat and quite tolerant of other cats. He’s actually the one who adopted Ghostie. The social aspect does not extend to strangers, however. It takes Catsby awhile to warm up to new people, mostly because they might have a dog. He is TERRIFIED of dogs. 

Victoria, aka Fluffernutter, aka The Good One, is all black and a fluffball. She’s the most affectionate cat if she knows you and likes you. If she doesn’t know you, doesn’t like you, or you’re another cat that’s not Catsby, she’s quite standoffish. As the most agile and graceful of the three, Victoria can be found in some unusual places (on top of the cupboards in the kitchen, behind a shelf in the closet). Her favorite spot in the house is El Gato Chateau (a cat tree named by a former roommate) which sits in front of the living room window. 

Ghostie, aka Chaos Incarnate, is only two years old. His origin story is quite remarkable! One August day, we were sitting on the patio behind our house. My husband looked across the parking lot at a grassy area and saw something tiny and black move. “Is that a cat?” he asked and went over to investigate. I joined him and we discovered a palm-sized kitten, all alone, who looked up at us and cried. He had some sort of eye infection and we theorized that his mom abandoned him to keep the infection from spreading to the rest of the litter. We scooped him up in a cat carrier, brought him inside, and took him to the vet the next morning. He had to stay with the vet for a month to be bottle fed. Now, he is affectionate on his own terms, the least graceful cat you’ve ever met, into everything, likes to bite plastic and silicone (we’ve lost more than one baby bottle nipple and pacifier to him), and thinks he rules the house.

Since I’m a 90s kid and therefore grew up with the Price is Right and Bob Barker, I just want to remind everyone to make sure you get your cats and other pets spayed or neutered. Also, when adopting a pet, please go to your local rescues! There’s so many animals there that are looking for a loving home.

That’s all for now! Post pictures of your pets! And on Thursday, February 26, we’ll turn to something more on the serious side: taking care of your back.

Thanks for reading!

💜

Laura