This blog wouldn’t exist if not for the cats, so it seemed only appropriate to introduce them properly. Likely several of my girlfriends will chide me, but I’ve demonstrated what I feel to be great restraint in the look-at-my-cute-cat department to date.
KIP is my “first born” and was adopted while I was dating a man long-distance with two cats of his own. Kip is my curious, social and nurturing kitty, always ready to bathe the fosters upon moments of arrival. Thanks to Kip I will never have “real” furniture again. He does not like to be held but is tolerant about it. His body goes stiff and I can almost hear him repeating the mantra “mind over body, mind over body.”
Nicknames: Kippie, Kipper, Kipster, Kippy-Cat, Good Looking.
PETIE is so painfully shy most of my friends have never seen him in-person. He is the face of I HAVE CAT (well at least his nose is). Petie eats his emotions. While he can come off as the “dumb blond,” I’m convinced there’s a playboy trapped inside that husky 20lb frame. He does not like to be held and pretends the fosters do not exist. UPDATE: SWEET PETIE PASSED AWAY ON JULY 18, 2016.
Nicknames: Big Boy, Petie Pita Pocket, Fluffer McFlutterpants, Petie Pants, Petie Pantaloon.
And then there were three…
Haddie (aka little girl) is my failed foster. I nursed her through a very bad herpes infection which left her eyes damaged. Kip mothers her and she is always trying to play with Petie to no avail. I must confess, she’s illegitimate. I haven’t done the paperwork to make her official. It’s a loop hole really because we all know three is the cat tipping point.
