In Memory of My Kitties

My kitties. People often ask me for updates as to how they are doing. There's a reason I've had no updates on any of them and they haven't been in any posts. As you may have guessed from the title of this post, they are all gone. And feeling sad about this, I've not posted anything about them.

Here's a post in memory of them all. Some of them were around for almost a full year, but eventually they all became part of the larger food chain. I miss them, but will not be attempting to keep any more pets like this unless I live in a different area.

Manipi, my first boy returned after a month long runaway escapade that left him with frostbitten ears and toes and no desire to ever leave again.

Wynn joined me in the meantime while he was missing. 

And then Luther added his mouse murdering prowess to the bunch. Actually they all caught a lot of mice. And there were plenty to catch!

These three existed pretty amiably together until Luther decided to bully Manipi and chase him away.  Repeatedly. 

Thanks to this, I found Luther a new home with only big dogs to hang out with. No other cats. As far as I know, he's still happy there.

But Wynn got a little lonely when I was gone at work and such. Manipi was old enough to want to nap in the sun most of the time, but she wanted to play.

Between her naps that is.

So Kola joined the family.

 He was about the same age as Wynn and they seemed to enjoy each other.

And last, but not least, Thomas came along. 

Now all these little ones arrived needing a home due to various reasons. Manipi's owner had severe allergies and couldn't keep him. Wynn was abandoned in a ditch as a kitten. Luther had beat up his former mom's small dog after she'd taken the time to tame him from a feral cat and feed and house him. Kola's parents split up and he lost his home. And Thomas was injured in a undocumented accident that left him paralyzed from his lower spine down. He could not move his tail at all, and more inconveniently for his last indoor home, became completely incontinent. Every time he'd go to sleep, the poor boy would wake in a puddle or pile of his own business. 

As I said I do miss them all. But I am trying not to be too sad. They all seemed to enjoy their time at my house. They all loved catching the plentiful mice and leaving me a steady stream of presents. Chasing birds they never got close too. Napping in the sun on the porch. Curling up on the swing. Hanging out inside by the fire. I think they had pretty good kitty lives overall, despite being cut short by the natural world we live in. I think they all found a home they liked, I'm just sorry it couldn't last longer.

What exactly happened to them? I don't know. I just know they all disappeared. Within a few days of each other. I only ever found the remains of one. My best guess is that one of these other beautiful creatures below had a good meal. Sometimes life is rough. I understand all these guys have to eat too, so I can't really blame them. But like I said, I don't plan to be keeping any more kitties unless I move to a different area.

Hopefully that answers everyone's questions. So that's the end of Fy Nyth's kitty story. I wish it had a more cheerful ending, but unfortunately I write about life here, not fiction. I hope all your pets are staying nice and safe. I guess it's one of the trade offs to living in this beautiful spot.