Other Critters!

Our kitties, Ick, Taz, and Little Guy

Here are the three kings of the house. To the left is Ick...it is short for Ichabod (Ichabod Crane, the Headless Horseman), which is a name that suited him well at the time....as a kitten he was always getting his head stuck in things! He's 11 years old, we got him as a kitten in 1998. He is always watching for a lap to lay in, likes to sleep under the blankets at night, and is often found underfoot in the kitchen, watching for crumbs to drop. He also has lymphoma,, and if ya met him, you'd see he's pretty skinny. But he's very happy! Although recently, he I was told by the vet that this may be his last season with us (summer of 2009).

Little Guy...well, he's not so little anymore, he's quite large in fact, came to us as a kitten in 2000. I tried to catch that little stinker for days....it was late fall, the nights were getting cold, and a kitten was crying in the trees, but wouldn't let me near it. One morning, my husband and I were up getting ready for work, and I let our dog out, and my husband's truck was meowing! Here he was, trying to keep warm laying on the engine of the truck, covered in oil, hissing and swiping at me as we pulled him out of there. That was the beginning of his new life. He got a much needed bath, and food. He looked too young to me to be away from mom yet, and am surprised in the three days I tried catching him, something else didn't snatch him up! He is not fond of strangers, nor is he fond of our son, but he loves me, and sleeps in my arms at night (hubby says he's not jealous!) He is truly a "Momma's Boy!" January, 2009 Little Guy was diagnosed with diabetes, so I now have to give him insulin shots twice a day.

Taz....the spazz.... my husband brought him home as a longhaired, spitfire little tornado in 2004. He kept everyONE and everyTHING on their toes at all times. He thinks he rules the world around here, he's very much a talker, but he's not much of a lap cat, things must be on his terms. He will come and sleep on my pillow at night, but if I even acknowledge his presence, by petting him, he's usually gone. He's just quite independent, although is also our biggest talker. He will go off to sleep during the day, usually sleeping in my closet, and when he gets up, he comes out, eyes half shut, sleepy-voiced, but loudly announces to everyone "I am here now! I am awake! Give me some attention!" All three of our boys usually are in bed with us at night, Ick under the blankets, Little Guy right next to me, and Taz...well, he's either at my feet, on my pillow, or attacking anything that moves. So there are our kitties....who think they run the show around here. I don't tell them any different.....things change with cats...you cannot just keep plants wherever you'd like, they will shred them. You can't leave ANYTHING on the counter, or the minute you turn your back, although they know they are not supposed to be up there, they'll be up grabbing anything in sight. Well, Ick does, anyway. The other two are well behaved, but Ick is very, VERY naughty. Can't leave balloons or my son's inflatable toys laying around, they'll pop them. Can't decorate the lower third of the Christmas tree or the ornaments will be all over the house. And if you can't find something, chances are one of the cats drug it off somewhere. But we love 'em...and I KNOW I can never live life without a cat in the house.