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Minitoes (aka Cinnamon) turned 15 today, and it hardly seems like yesterday that I kit-napped her from ‘mamma kitty’ (a semi friendly ferrel cat who birthed her litter in my dryer on Canada day - long story short I lived in a house on stilts by the sea shore and I had a small ramshackle shed under the house where the washer, dryer and sprinkler system were enclosed). Mamma kitty had 4 kittens, I tried to catch all of them after she began teaching them to eat/play with/kill live food. I was going to take them to be neutered. Toes and her brother were the only ones I could catch. Mamma kitty moved the others before I could catch them or her. I kept both kit-napped kittens. Toes’ brother passed at age two from ‘lung worm.’ Toes has out lived the two kitties and two dogs I already had when she joined our family, as well as a kitty I adopted when it was 10 (her owners had to give her up due to a move - she lived to be 18). Now my sweet lovey dovey little kitty is what her Vet calls a geriatric cat. She takes medicine for blood pressure and glaucoma in one eye and she’s become so allergic to ordinary cat food so badly that when she manages to get into it she literally rubs her whiskers off due to the itch. She’s crafty too - she prefers regular food so every chance she gets she scoff her new little (not so little anymore really) brother’s crunchies and leaves her hypoallergenic crunchies untouched. Toes weighs 9 lbs.

And so now we have Scrapscallion … he came to us a a tiny 3 lb stray that our vet’s kids found lost on a cold rainy night. They nursed him through some upper respiratory distress and then after Toes last housemate passed away and I worried that she seemed very lonely and lethargic … Scrappy (or crappy depending on his behavior) ended up coming home with us. At 1st Toes did not like it at all, then over time she adapted. They cuddle together on my lap every evening now, though there are still squabbles over playing … he wants to play constantly - she likes it some but her stamina is waning…

Not so long ago the scruffy little scrapscallion pictured below could fit in the palm of my hand. He turned one year old in late march, and he really has grown into all that scruffy long hair…

He’s an exceptionally soft an silky little guy. Toes has very velvety fur, Scrap’s is more plush and silken.

Look how aloof he pretends to be … he was 9 months old when the above pic was taken…. He had grown to 12 lbs and now he’s 14lbs. Perfectly normal and healthy for his bone structure and probable Ragdoll mixed with local ferrel kitty heritage. Vet says he has the points (tail ears and one toe, plus the length, size, structure and amazing relaxed flexibility of a rag doll. His tail is the only remaining scruffy part of him & no amount of combing can make it look smooth… he doesn’t seem to mind, so I don’t either

Well now that he’s officially a late adolescent kitty, as you can see he’s into everything… and he plays knock everything off the shelf/table/counter pretty much daily. That top shelf he’s on is 10 feet off the floor. I used to have living house plants, some wood figures and standing books up there…. I had photos next to the TV on the lower shelf too, and the toy soldier on the shelf second from the top used to have two ears… (ok so the soldier’s hard to see -it’s between the monky puzzle tree I made in 96 [left] and the books [right]. The puff on the right (your view) is missing guess why…

Happy birthday to Mini toes & happy late birthday to Scrapscallion.

Here’s Toes tonight trying to lick my arm to make me give her scratchies … of course she got her scratchies and a lovely long body and belly rub too.

LOL! There ya go… an update on, my current housemates and source of my daily - maintain sanity - purr and cuddle therapy

;)

patty

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