Growing up I was one kitten-obsessed little girl. My mom is a full-fledged cat lady of the first order and as such has mystical power over them. She’s placed more cats in homes than I can remember, including giving some to my friends. Over the years we’ve placed Oscar with Leonard, Loki with the Waltons, and Mochi with Scott. Countless cats and kittens have found their way to loving homes through my mother.
It’s from her that I’ve learned to give our cats pills, clean their ears of mites, and bottle feed abandoned kittens. I have seen her talk a cats out of a frenzy and wild feral cats have eaten from the palm of her hand. She is currently the caretaker of a feral colony of cats in our city’s blighted downtown district and actively works the trap-neuter-return program.
Since Tinkerbell, my cat BFF and companion for over 16 years, recently passed away we’ve been looking for some new companions to bring into the home. The family dynamics have shifted unpleasantly with Tinky gone and Peaches and Zorro have become more aggressive and destructive.
This past weekend we visited a friend of Anthony’s who happens to have two litters of kittens nearly ready to go to loving homes.
I instantly liked Anthony’s friend because I could tell he is a devoted cat person. He has taken excellent care of these kittens.
How adorable are they?!
We chose two of these to share our home. I picked out a name for the girl kitten right away, but was stuck on a name for her brother. I asked Twitter to help me out and got some excellent suggestions: Laurant, Chairman Meow, Ted Kennedy, Lucifer, (Kevin) Bacon, and Dewey. All great suggestions, but Anthony got the final say.
Meet Poppy and Jupiter.
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