Living with fur babies or cats

Thanks to Amanda C for the idea.

When my husband and I got together I had just lost a cat I loved named Soccer. He had to be put to sleep because of serious heart problems. He was 5. A few days later Cole, my hubby took me to the humane society to get a new cat. I didn't want another black because I didn't want to be remind of Soccer all the time. So of course Cole fell in love with a black kitten who looked like Soccer down to the white belly spot. So we got her and named her Mia in honor of Soccer. She is of course not like Soccer at all. She is shy, sneaky, whiny, and needy. I love her dearly but she can be annoying.

Once we moved to a bigger city I worked with a feral cat rescue and rehab. We ended up with two cute black fur balls at 5 weeks old who I worked with to be less feral or scared of people. My two girls Gillian and Sally.

Sally became my baby when I had flares. She sleeps with me when I have chills, and am sick or just need to nap.

Gillian became Mia's shadow and baby. They tend to stay together. Life with our 3 cats was good. We loved and care for them like children.

Then one day about 7 years ago we walked out our door and found to black boy kittens on the stairs. Our neighbors let their dog out to pick on them so we took them in saying we would call around and find someone who could take them in. Of course that didn't happen, my husband fell in love with one of them and so we kept them. We took them to the vet only to find out we had about 75% or more Maine Coons. They are tall and long built and weight over 25 lbs a piece. They are named Jack and Casey after Grateful Dead songs.

Life with 5 cats in a two bedroom apartment and 10 or more feral colony that my hubby found at the old warehouse were he worked. We have fixed the girls and boys we can catch. We feed them daily. People don't understand our reasons for having 5 cats nor do they understand we feed and care for the feral cats.

I guess you can say we are both cat people and can't let them just die because of the stupidity of people who toss animals away. We believe the boys were dumped at our old apartment complex.

I guess this is a memory of how I came to be the cat lady as people tend to call me.