animals
Curly was not cooperating during picture taking so this is the best I could get. Curly was born in April of 1993. How Curly got his name: When he was just a wee kitty he and his siblings were living in a small cabin. There was still plenty of snow on the ground and very cold. His mama's owner would use the gas stove in the kitchen for extra heat as this cabin was not all that well insulated. I was visiting one day and just as I walked into the kitchen this little fluff ball jumped up on to the stove and singed his whiskers thus "curling" them. I grabbed him and decided then and there he was coming home with me. The plan of getting rid of these kittens was one I was not overly thrilled with ..... driving them into the country and turning them loose. If I could have I would have taken all of them .... but already had two at home. Dave was less than pleased when I showed up with Curly. He made me give him away. But when the person I gave him to was told he could not keep him by his landlord .... he returned once more to me. Dave soon was taken with the little guy who made fast friends with my other two cats (both of those cats have since passed on). Curly had a home. He has plenty of personality and plenty of nicknames: Curly Q, Q-Ball, Curly Woorly, Jose Catseco (he is one hell of a left hand batter), Mr. Smuggs and Q-Ball Butt. He answers to all. One of his favorite things to do is poke you in the face with his paw while you are sleeping. Little turd!
Next we have Skitters:
We were still living in Bear Valley in 1997 when this little girl came into our lives. How Skitters got her name: Our neighbor down the road was having his home "tented" by Clark Pest Control. After the "tenting" he kept hearing a yowling under his house. Dave & I set a trap and caught this little girl kitty. She had been poisoned by the bug extermination process. We didn't think she would make it. Her little eyes would jitter constantly and she was in obvious pain, she would "skitter" away from us in fear. Dave took her to his shop (we had a very successful auto repair shop then) and kept her warm and comfortable as possible. The next thing you know she had pulled out of it. And she wasn't as young as we thought either .... she had three kittens very soon after her recovery. As with Curly, Skitters has many nicknames: Skitter-Boo, Skitter-Boo U, Mama Kitty and Meow Meow Kitty. She likes to pick fights with everyone and has never backed down from a dog. She has made more than one dog cower in fear.
Then there is Stashmo:
Stashmo is my diabetic cat. He is also the son of Skitters. He was born in 1998. How Stashmo got his name: Dave named him that because of his white "moustache". He had plenty of personality before he got so sick but pretty much sleeps alot now. He is sure we are starving him to death. We are not .... I assure you. His back legs don't work so well anymore, but he does not seem to be in any pain. Stashmo's nicknames: Stash, Moe, Moe Butt, Pain in the Ass Cat. We will love him and take care of him as long as we can.
Last but not least is Chevy:
Chevy is one lucky kitty. She was a year old in October. How Chevy got her name: A friend of ours took possession of an old Chevy Van that had been abandonded. They had it towed to our house for Dave to bring back alive. This was last November and we had one hell of a freeze going on then. Literally ... there was ice, thick ice on trees, phones lines, pretty much anything that ice could stick to .... and it was there for weeks. When Dave opened the van door to get it ready to come into the shop he found "Chevy" half froze to death with her sister already dead beside her. Again, we didn't think this baby had a chance. He got an old heating pad, stocked up the wood stove and proceeded to bring her back to life. She is the apple of his eye now. He just loves his Chevy girl. And she has no nicknames ..... she's just Chevy.
And there you have it ..... my cat "kids".
Peace. J.
