I’m sure that you noticed that my twins are obviously not very twin-like. But they are from the same litter even though they look nothing alike. They don’t look anything like their momma either.
We got them by pure incident. Yes, I said incident. We were set up. My father-in-law has a ’91 Ford pickup. My brother-in-law sorta inherited it. He was using it for his landscaping business. In the last couple of years he has bought two more trucks. One he uses for the business and one he uses for personal stuff. Since he didn’t need a third he offered to GIVE it to my husband.
My initial thought: Nothing is ever free. I told my hubby, who was ecstatic, that it was awesome but what was the catch. He swore that there was no catch. They just wanted to keep the truck in the family. Uh-huh.
The day arrived for my hubby to go get the truck. I dropped him off in all his bubbly glory. I was happy that he was getting it, but us women get these gut feelings, ya know.
He was gone a long time but I figured he was learning about the bugs of the truck and hanging out with his parents. On his way home he called me.
“Honey, I bringing home some cats.”
“Before you say anything, we are only going to keep 1 and the rest I’m taking to the pound.”
Apparently, this stray cat arrived at my in-laws. My sis-in-law named her Myra. She was very lovey but skinny as a rail. They had no clue she was pregnant until waa-lah, there were kittens in the shed that she was nursing. They got Myra and her five kittens over to the garage. They knew right away they couldn’t keep her & the kittens because they already have a ton of cats there. And we all know that my husband is a sucker for animals!
By the time they stuck their claws into my husband they had managed to get rid of two of the kittens. When Kevin showed up they were in a box and not very happy. There were really feral.
Well, to make a long story short, Momma kitty wound up at the pound because our original cat, Winter, was beating her up. She had horrible abrasions all over her. And one of the kittens, we dubbed Indiana Jones, was just to feral to make it in our crazy house. It needed a home where she was it and our house wasn’t like that. So we were left with two.
The black kitty is basically Austin’s. He named it Doom-a-geddon. I call her Doomy. She was pretty feral at first but we got her adjusted pretty well. She is still skittish about going outside but she is getting there.
The multi-colored kitty is Rachel’s. His name is Brave Heart. Out of all the cats he was the one who had no problems with people or other animals. We tease him about being a momma’s boy because he is always stalking me and wanting loves from me.
So now we have 3 dogs, 3 cats, 2 turtles and a milk snake. Oh and 4 kids.