Goodbye Tiny Cats.

This week marked the 11th week of me with kittens.  It was only half of them as on the 1st Andrea took Baskin and Robbins.  3 cats were a lot easier to handle than 5, but it was still a bit much.  Alexis was in line to take Runt cat and then it would have been just me, Scout, and Beast cat until I would be able to find her a home.  

Well, things change.

Monday night/Tuesday early morning, Runt cat died.  I don't know what happened, but when I went outside for the morning feeding, Runt cat didn't run up per usual.  I went searching and found him laying in his favorite sleeping spot not breathing.  I take a bit of comfort seeing he was in his spot, so he might have just slipped away peacefully. 

So, Alexis took Beast cat Wednesday night.  

I'm not going to lie; it was harder for me than I originally thought it would be.  Beast cat was my favorite and the one I got attached to most; but, by the last day, I also noticed Beast cat might have inherited her mom's needy gene as well.

Now it's down to one cat and myself.  The way it was always supposed to be.  And, now, I can be like the cool grandma that just visits and catsits for all the kittens without actually having to live with them all.  When I'm tired of the mewing, I can peace out.

It's strange to think about me having these kittens for the entirety of this summer.  A lot has went on and changed since their birth.  I've found out quite a bit about myself during this venture, too...

The most notable realization of mine during this time?  Although I love cats and the thrill of raising kittens was fun, wacky, and exciting, I will never have the patience to be a crazy cat lady when I get old... lesson learned.

Beast cat.

This is Beast cat.  I don't know if it's a he or a she yet, really.  But, I can tell you, this one has been the strongest kitty since the litter was born.  Thus, the dubbing of Beast.

It was the first one to get fur and color, the first to put up a fight, the first to open it's eyes, and, now, it's the first one learning to legitimately walk.  Sometimes when it's awake, I bring it into my room and let it hang out with me.  

I know I'm not supposed to pick favorites, but it's getting hard...

... well, that may be a lie.  They're all my favorites for different reasons.  

Meet Scout and Company.

Last month, I adopted a kitten from a friend in Baku.  Originally the whole idea started out as me taking her cat when she returned to America, but she was too attached, understandably.  She was talking about this kitten she saw outside of the Iranian embassy when I was there and how tempted she was to steal it and take it home.  But, with one cat already to deal with, she decided against it.  That is, until I made the offer to take Leo, I'm thinking.  Scout-cat disappeared for a couple days and my friend was worried, but she soon returned.  I call this "the time Scout got knocked up."

When I adopted her, I technically didn't know she was a girl.  I have never had a girl cat before and actually prefer male cats.  So, I almost didn't adopt her or at least was second guessing it.  I decided I couldn't leave my friend hanging and adopted Scout.  I had no idea she was pregnant.

Fast forward to Cindy's goodbye potluck dinner where the idea first was seriously considered by me (though I was in complete denial about it all).  From that night on, I slowly revealed the truth to myself and began to accept it.  

This morning I woke up to find Scout with 4 little kittens attached to her body milking.  They look like aliens.  I'm pretty sure I have homes lined up for all of them, so here's to the next 11 weeks I get to spend with 5 cats living in my apartment.

(Baskin and Robbins)