Furbabies

My life without cats is just a more depressed life. Honestly, being around them boosts my serotonin levels skyhigh.... so having a cat in my life, even if its an 'adopted' one, is a necessity. 

My Charlie ❤️‍🩹

Since we lost Charlie "char char" Binxy cat, its been a rough road. I knew that we would be getting another cat at some point, but it wasnt time until recently. Henry and i have had other cats to cuddle and fuss over in the meantime, but it is nothing compared to having a furbaby of our own. And Henry does love kitties as much as his mama does. He puts on the "baby cute" voice whenever he pets a cat gently and, just like mama, he will drop everything to follow a cat until said cat lets us pet them. 

Skylar

We have a standing cuddle reservation with Skylar, a gentle Calico cat that lives 2 doors up from us with our neighbour Sarah. Sarah is ever so nice and even said to Henry once that we "share" Skylar because she could see how much he loved that cat.  

Pepe

We've also been lucky enough to have access to cuddles with Pepe ('le meow'), my Paramore's orange loaf of a tabby cat. I cant help but give that big ginger cat a cuddle every time im over at Liam's house and Henry is the same. 

And of course i have my friends' cats, whom i visit now and again, and occasionally the Campus Cat at work (Professor Toby Paws) and basically any cat i walk up to that will allow me to pet them.... 

For, i am, the cat whisperer:

Just a random cat who decided to climb on my lap and love me.👌 

It is forever my destiny to be surounded by cats. But surrogate kitties only get me so far. I get that burst of happy, but then they move on with their lives and i have to move on with mine. A cat-less household is no way to spend my life and after a year of being without Charlie, it was time to get some happiness back.

When deciding it was the right time to bring another furbaby into the fold, i didnt really know where to start cause i dont know anyone who reared cats. I tried to adopt, but was ruled out by several adoption /rescue centres because my back garden fence butts up against a major road. I had almost given up hope, when through a friend of a friend of a friend i finally made a connection. Liam's mum knew someone in Wales who's cat had given birth to 6 kittens recently. They were about 6 weeks old when i saw them, and i was absolutely sold. 

I wasnt planning on having a kitten. I had figured i would give a loving home to an older, more established cat who just wanted cuddles all day. Yet, 2 weeks and a visit to Wales later, not only was i the proud mama of one baby cat... i had come home with two. 

They were the last 2 kittens of the litter to leave mama cat, and serendipitously i got to leave with both of them. So, allow me to introduce my 2 beautiful boys: 

DANTE & BUSTER

I've only had them just shy of 2 weeks and already their personalities are coming through as they get comfortable with their surroundings. 

Dante (as in the writer...Dante's "Inferno") is the shyer one of the two. He is timid, less likely to be brave and explore, but such a little sweetheart. His coat is sooooooo super soft and has these cute little  white tuffs of hair sticking out from his black patches that guve him a smokey look. 

Dante will get highly jealous if i give Buster too much attention and he is not shy about making that known. He has the most persistant meow and will reach out for me with his paws, or get uo and nudge me if he sees his littermate getting even a tiny hint more fuss than he is. 

 

Buster Kitton gets his namesake from Buster Keaton- the silent film star. 

When i visited the kittens a few weeks ago for the first time, Buster was the only potentially available kitten, and the lady who reared them had been calling him "Buster". He was the oldest of the litter and the most advanced...he was also Mommy cat's favourite and seemed to always bolster through to get his way. 

When i heard she had called him Buster(even temporarily) my mind had been made up. It was fate. He would make a clear counterpart to my dear departed Charlie(RIP). Charlie was given his name because when he was a kitten there was a black spot underneath his nose that looked like a tiny Charlie Chaplin-eqsue mustache. The only logical choice for my new kitten was to call him Buster KITTON. 

Buster is definately the braver of the two. He's constantly on the go and wanting to move around and explore. He hardly has time to sit still for cuddles...unless its sleep time. When Buster is sleepy he is very cuddly, shows off his belly for rubs, and purrs extremely loud for a kitten his size. 

I am totally in love with Buster's colouring. Im not sure where the Bengal pattern comes from becauase his siblings were all patchy black n white like mama cat, or varying tabby shades, but it makes him special. 

They are both my special little boys and im so happy to have them in our lives. Henry has been faily good with them as well, except i do need to remknd him to keep his voice of excitement down as not to scare the poor darlings. Hehe, He will learn.