Mum has given me my space today. When I would come out for a minute to grab a few bites, she would gently ask me if I was ready to listen to the story. So finally I agreed and she filled me in on the kitty she had when she was a little girl. Under the age of 6.
At that time the family lived in the country and all of the cats lived outside and stayed in the barn.
They did not get to be in the house and cuddle with her. They could only come as far as the back porch to eat. So they had one boy cat, Tom, who was considered my mum’s. But she said he was wild and that he was not easy to play with. Also a girl cat who had a bad back leg and limped. Plus now and then they would have baby kitties.
But when they moved to the city the kitties were left with a nearby farmer. So ever since then mum has wanted to get a new kitty and I was the one she chose. =^_^= I guess I am lucky that she picked me and that I don’t have to live outside. I like the snuggles I get from my mum.
Mum even wented to the dungeon and found a few pictures of her and some of the kitties from way back when. Since old Tom wasn't a really friendly cat, she doesn't have any pictures with him. Wasn't my mum such a cute little girl?
I guess I feel better now. It was just the surprise of finding out that I was not her first kitty. (Sigh). I still love you mum.
Mum with Uncle Stormie and the momma cat. Mum wanted to pet her.
Mum and one of the various kitties that was there. Since Tom wouldn't play with her, she doesn't have a picture with him.
Stormie, Flip and mum with kitties and buns. Mum says Uncle Flip raised the buns and gotted blue ribbons with them at the fair.