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Sometimes when your beautiful kitty has more beautiful kitties of her own, a person might just be overcome with love for one of those kitties and not be able to give it away….
no matter how hard she tried.
Ok, I didn’t really try…
at all.
Her name is Chili and we’re keeping her.
And I don’t even have to ask my mom. Heh, heh.
Man, I love being a grown up.
I looked down from my computer just in time to see little Chili at my feet. She’s soooooo incredibly fluffy that I thought to myself–wouldn’t it be amazing to have a pair of socks that were that soft? I’ll have to put that on my birthday list. “Socks as fluffy and soft as Chili.” Check.
Oh.
Nevermind.
I’m good.
Ooooh it’s always a sad time when my babies approach 8 weeks old. They are fluffy and gorgeous and playful and happy–but alas, it’s time for them to have new homes.
*sigh*
We’ve called this lovely long hair, “Jersey” because when we first saw her, she looked like a little calf with all her spots.
This one has only ever been called the Tiger….
and this one is our grey baby.
And lastly, this calico beauty–we call Chili– has squeaked her way into my heart to such a degree that…..
dare I say it?
I’m keeping her.
I know, I know. I’m quickly approaching the crazy cat lady status with no rational end in sight. I mean really….
look at that face.
Ok, is your heart just melting right now? Mine is. Our little babies are at that adorable phase where they look more like stuffed animals than actual, live kittens.
This is Chili, our true calico.
Of course, they are also at the age where they wiggle so much that it’s a miracle if I can get a clear picture of them…at all.
This is little Tiger Tummy.
And in case you’re worried, nooooo, I’m not holding them by the neck to get the shot. They are sitting on my lap and I’m propping them up with my hand. My sweet little grandson saw the pictures and asked why I was choking them. I’m not, honey…I swear. Yikes.
This is Jersey Pie.
Lastly, we have the one we simply call Grey Baby. Because except for his feet, he’s…you know…grey.
I love, love, LOVE having kittens in the house. It just makes me so happy. Plus, it makes the grandkids visit more often.
That’s a big plus.
The very night that I wrote the last post– this sweet girl found her safe place and had her babies. Four!! Ok, ok, not 20…four. But they are beautiful and very interesting.
For the last two litters. she had some variation of white brown striped tabbies–much like herself. We did get a bit of that–like this one– a sweet grey tiger wth white paws.
And this little brown and black tiger. So adorable and exactly what we expected. But then…
Where on earth did this lovely thing come from? She’s –am I safe to assume that calicos–even diluted ones, are girls?–is white with grey and brown spots!!
You can see her back more clearly here. Reminds me of a Jersey cow.
I have to admit that the biggest and most adorable mystery is this one. A full orange, brown, black and white Calico!!! And isn’t she just gorgeous?!!
I think it’s safe to say that Lyla is very content and happy with this mom stuff. She seems to positively love it.
And so do I!!