I Can Smile at the Old Days

This beautiful cat is named Tangerine. I didn’t name her that; she named herself. She showed up around the cat food bowls in our back yard a couple of weeks ago. She was pathetically thin, but she was so friendly and affectionate we knew she was no feral cat. Some idiotic sub-human abandoned this sweet girl.
We currently have six cats way down from the thirty or so cats we had a few years ago.
It all began with four cats, a calico, two fuzzy gray cats, and one mottled gray cat with a brown streak on her nose.
These emaciated cats were living in our next-door neighbors shed; she was doing all she could for them. But Jo, our neighbor, was elderly and slowing dying of COPD, so we ended up looking after all these very pregnant cats.
We’ve found homes for the kittens, and we’ve spayed all the girls
Two years ago, when we got home from a camping trip, we found a litter of four starving kittens trying to get into our trash. We only managed to catch one, a little tuxedo kitty that we named Syllie. (Short for Sylvester.) We’ve neutered him, and he is now the lone tom on our colony of six cats.

Now Tangerine has shown up. We can’t keep her, that wouldn’t be fair to her. She is a loving little thing that snuggles up and purrs whenever we pick her up. She deservers her own family, and she will bring joy to anyone generous enough and loving enough to adopt her. I plan to call the local no-kill humane society on Monday to see if they can take her and find her her own home.

I never thought of myself as a cat person. I've always had dogs, but these kitties have won my heart, and now I'm a bi-preference pet lover.

Please, anyone in the blogasphere, spay and neuter your pets, and don’t dump your cats in rural neighborhoods. Feral live miserable lives picking out of trashcans and preying on songbirds. They die of disease or are eaten by coyotes. Don’t allow an animal to come into this world if you are not human enough to care for it.