The Great Kitty Migration!

Hello! This month we can choose our topic for our Creative Writing Link-up Posts. I’m writing about our kitties going outside…. I’m calling it The Great Kitty Migration. I’ll give you the background story of how we got these kitties, etc.

It all started out when one of our friends in Grand Junction, TN had a litter of four kittens she was wanting to give away. We gladly accepted and brought home three kittens. But when we released them from the carrier one of them ran and crawled under our cabinets in the kitchen. It just so happened that the cat that ran under there was mine. So we went back and got another, he didn’t run under so he was my cat. We named the cats we had Tiger, Gracie, Pumpkin and the one under the counter Precious. Pumpkin and Precious were orange kitties and Tiger was a gray and black striped tabby kitty, and Gracie was a tortoise-shell tabby. We tried every day to get Precious to come out and he would come out eat, drink and crawl back under. But one day Precious came and rubbed up against my brother Chase’s leg and then he started staying out and finally stayed.

So we had four kittens, but soon that would all change. Gracie was pregnant and she had a litter of four also.  We named them T.J., Midnight, Mysterious and Salsa. You might be wondering “Why those names… Salsa and T.J.s?” We originally thought about naming Salsa “S-face”, because she had a brown patch of fur that looked like an S.  T.J. we named Stripes, at first. We didn’t really like the name S-face, and Stripes looked so much like Tiger, we decided to re-name them. I don’t know why we named her Salsa but we did, but T.J. stands for “Tiger Junior” which was going to be a nickname but just like our turtle it became his real name.

After about three years every once in a while a fuzzy cat would come up on our porch and look at us through the glass door, and we would feed her hot dogs. Chase named her Fuzz ball because she was so fuzzy. One day we read the weather and it said that there was a chance of freezing rain, so we were going to let Fuzz ball stay in a night or two, but when she came in, she never went back out.

This year we lost Mysterious.  We already knew she was very weak and was getting weaker and weaker. We took her to the vet and they said she had Kitty Leukemia and we didn’t want her to suffer so we put her down.

Now that you have the background, I will tell you about the migration. The migration of cats is where six of our kitties are going outside. The ones going out are Tiger, Pumpkin, Precious, Fuzz ball, rather Fuzzy is what we call her now, T.J and Salsa. The ones staying in are Midnight and Gracie. Those are all the kitties that are staying and going. But right now we let them roam in and out as they please. In the next two weeks they’ll be outside cats.

Hope you enjoyed reading about my cats and “The migration” see ya’ later!