Little Lucy, 10 days after she’d come to our home, already feeling completely at home. Her three siblings had been adopted, easily, but there were no takers for Lucy yet. They had all been very social, friendly and affectionate, and I didn’t want her to lose that precious purrsonality spending all her days alone in the bathroom. She wasn’t ready with no vetting to mingle with the rest of my household of seniors and geriatric cats, so she got visiting privileges into the upstairs.
I’ve been sharing many photos of Lucy from April and May 2007, when she was a year old, but we’ve finally come around to the date she and her siblings arrived, May 17, but more importantly the date she more or less joined our household, May 26! I have the story of their arrival in this post, but first a gallery of the “first” photos I took of Lucy ten days after they arrived. My digital camera at that time just couldn’t handle a rapidly moving kitten, and my film photos in the bathroom were no better, so I had to wait for a bright sunny day when I could have a little more space around her to photograph.
Above, Lucy on the landing, where she wasn’t supposed to be yet! These were from May 26, the very first day I let her out into the upstairs for a time.
In the second photo you can see a box, upright, and a space between the wardrobe and the box. Yes, she found that—after Sophie busted her out. I hadn’t wanted the rest of the household to come face to face with her, and I didn’t want her to come down the steps, so I waited until they were all napping downstairs in my office or otherwise. Of course, when I went upstairs, eventually they followed me. Sophie just shoved that box out of the way, and went to nap on the bed. Lucy was right on that new space to explore, checked out the entire landing (it’s very small!), then was ready to come down the stairs. Intrepid Lucy!
Below, May 27, I put the cardboard box at the top of the stairs so it would be very difficult to jump over or push out of the way, and Lucy could play in the sun.
I remember thinking in those years as I fostered a few rescued cats, singles, moms with kittens, kittens without moms, of new life in my older feline household. But I knew it wasn’t right to keep one of the kittens I fostered when I already had so many, and caring for geriatric animals in their end stages is time-consuming, expensive and emotionally exhausting. I felt I had no time for a kitten. But I remember looking at black kittens and thinking how wonderful it would be to have a black cat again, and especially a little black kitten I would name Lucy.
Right in the middle of that year of loss I fostered this litter of four kittens born to a neighbor’s cat who we now know as Mimi, but at that time she was just one of their neglected cats who continually reproduced while I tried to catch them between litters, and took the kittens to foster and find homes.
I had forgotten my fleeting thought from the previous year about a little black kitten named Lucy, didn’t remember until a few years later when I found that idle thought in a note in a calendar, but I had named her Lucy even before the others were adopted.
I didn’t try too hard to find her an adopter. So much was also happening in my work life and with my mother’s and brother’s health, plus caring for Stanley in his last months, and Sophie as we tried to determine what was wrong. Lucy was the best kitten. Because she was alone and I had so little time I let her out of the foster room far earlier than I usually did with young kittens, probably at 12 weeks. She integrated as if she’d always been there, quickly forming a special bond with Namir and being quiet and respectful around her elders. And you can tell from these photos that she took to being a model right away!
She has a puffy tail! We were playing hard!
If Lucy’s life was only to be 15 months long, I’m glad I let her mingle far longer than I would have otherwise. And I’m glad she wasn’t adopted, to have someone else suffer that heartbreak. I’m sure I would have gotten my hands on Mimi and spayed her at some point, but I wouldn’t have taken her in, nor her litter from the following summer, the cats who are now half my feline household. I got to love Lucy from her first moments here until her last moments, and I know that for each of those moments she was safe and knew she was loved and cherished.
The Arrival of a Special Litter of Kittens
The date was May 17, and the year was 2006. The arrival of a litter of kittens to foster from a neighbor whose cats regularly produced, though I worked on them, slowly but surely, was not at all surprising in mid-May. I would work to spay this mother cat, if I could, around care for the household of seniors, several of whom I would lose in the next few months, managing care for my mother and brother, and managing my business, as well as other feline rescues that always arose during kitten season.
I would foster the little ones until I was certain of their personality, though they were always nice, socialized, playful and affectionate kittens, and until space opened up in the shelter for them to go in, get the works, and get adopted. Often I would adopt out one or two to friends or friends of friends who I’d checked out or who other rescuers I worked with had checked out, many of whom had adopted from me in the past.
What made this litter special was that their mother was none other than Mimi, and the litter of kittens included one kitten in particular—Lucy! This was the moment when this part of our story began, when Lucy joined our household.
The photos are really bad because the light in the studio, where I’d placed them in a cage, was blocked by so many things stacked in there, but Lucy was in part the cause of the bad photos because she would not stop running around in the cage so my camera would not focus. I did my best, but ironically, she was not in any of the five bad photos I took. We made up for that later. Here are her three siblings, who became Angus, Donal and Charlotte. She was actually to the right of them at one moment which is why they are cut off on the left, but by the time the camera snapped the photo she was off somewhere else in the cage.
I will let Mimi tell you how things went from there. This text is adapted from an article I share around Mother’s Day, narrated by Mimi:
I’d like to tell you about the kittens I gave birth to in April 2006 including Lucy, Charlotte, Angus and Donal because Bernadette came to get them as she did with most of my kittens. It was nothing dramatic except that they were being typical kittens and racing each in different directions. She had her carrier and methodically caught each one and simply took them away. I was always glad to see her and never got in her way when she wanted my kittens, only sat in a corner and watched. It was comforting to know, when I went outdoors and into her garden across the street from my house, that my babies were in her house; I could smell them, though I couldn’t see them. I never thought that would happen for me, though…
But of that April litter, of course Lucy stayed with Bernadette, and is gone but never forgotten. Charlotte was adopted by one family, Angus and Donal by another, and I am always happy to hear news of them because they are in excellent, loving homes. Bernadette kept in touch with the people who adopted them because they are friends of hers. I like that about her, as much as I like the fact that she took me to be spayed. I see by reading Bernadette’s e-mails that these three also regularly wish me a happy Mother’s Day and send greetings at other times and even happy photos of them come over.
This litter was special because one of the kittens was not black—in fact, she was a crazy calico! Her father happened to be an unneutered gray and white male living in the household with us who had been the kitten to yet another unspayed dilute calico female…yes, you read that right, we had a big problem over there, but it was “fixed” years ago, with Bernadette’s help. And I like to keep things neat, anyway, and back in the day, when I was ready, I would call the big unneutered black males from Fifth Avenue who would come running…that’s all in my past, though I see those two in my kittens’ faces. But I digress…
Charlotte the crazy calico
Anyway, this litter had three typically perfect black kittens, two boys and one girl, and then a kitten who was fully half black if you put all her black parts together, then half…orange tabby? Where the heck did that come from? That dilute calico grandma, I guess. Aren’t genetics amazing? And isn’t she lovely? When you look at her from the front she looks like two cats were put together, but maybe weren’t happy about it.
When my human mom sent out the e-mail to friends that kittens were available, one of her customers (Bernadette is self-employed and apparently all her customers are cat lovers) who we know as Uncle Howard immediately said he’d like to adopt the calico girl for his son who had one cat and traveled while he and his wife checked on the cat. His big cat, Joey, needed some feline company while his cat daddy was away, and a playful kitten would be the best.
Her name became Charlotte before she even left the house and she went off to spend the night with her new human grandparents. She proceeded to run behind and underneath the gas stove necessitating a delicate shutoff of the gas, disconnect and moving of the stove, at which point she ran into the basement and was lost for hours. She appeared in the middle of the family room later bouncing on her toes and covered with cobwebs to be installed in the bathroom until morning. From what I hear Bernadette warned them, and this is what happens to people who do not listen to her.
Charlotte went from there on to her forever home and immediately dominated the placid and sleepy Joey, a nice orange boy who got his exercise by watching her bounce off the walls. Her cat daddy has added a few more felines to his household along with a human female and two smaller humans, and Uncle Howard and his lady human still stop over, but there’s not much traveling. Charlotte has become a little shy with all the extra activity, but still bounces off the walls when a chance presents itself. Calicoes are like that.
Angus and Donal
Yes, they are little Scotscats, so don’t worry, the name is spelled correctly. Mama Bernadette has many, many friends who love kitties as well, including people who have adopted from her in the past. The couple who adopted the two boys had, years ago, adopted two other boys born to a momcat she had taken in and they adopted the momcat as well from her first litter, and a few other kitties in between.
This time they called Bernadette, each on a separate phone extension in their house, and said they’d like to adopt two kittens, especially two brothers, because they had several older female cats and the kittens could torture each other while they enjoyed watching kittens grow up. They thought the two kittens could keep each other company through the years as adults too. Seeing how the little black girl was a wild woman and rarely stayed with the other three except to sleep, and the other two black kittens were very close, the decision was easy, and brothers it was.
Angus and Donal’s names hearken back to their human mom’s Scots heritage, but that doesn’t help in telling them apart! These two apparently had a good bit of my looks and apparently one of the black studs was father to both because they are very, very similar—I even had trouble telling them apart, but Bernadette and I agree they look like two Mr. Sunshines and that means trouble.
Now, as adults, slight differences in eye color and hair coverage in the ears as well as their vocabulary and singing style (remember, I have opera singing in my heritage) are a few quick ways to distinguish one from the other. Of course, like all kitties, they have distinctive habits, like where on their human they sleep. As a last resort, you can upend them and check for the small gathering of white hairs near the bottom of Angus’ belly, which he apparently got from me.
They have also learned a few fun tricks from the resident felines, particularly one big sister who taught them to chase the occasional squirrel that invades the attic. We have mousies and voles here, but never a squirrel!
So that is the story of how those kittens—and many others— came to be here, where they went, and eventually how I came to be here with my four wonderful children.
Note from Bernadette:
This was first published as “Mimi’s 2006 Children: Lucy, Charlotte, Angus and Donal” as Mimi discussed, in a three-part series, the relative joys of Mother’s Day from the perspective of a spayed and happy housecat and introduced two of her litters of kittens.
I look in litters from other cats in that household as well, and eventually did get all the cats fixed, and even helped to find a home for several adults. Mimi was the last unspayed girlie from there, and her last litter, the Fantastic Four, the last litter as well.
I will also point out in the two photos of the kittens in the cage, that the bed they are in is the mint green/turquoise bed that cradled so many other kitties through the years. And what phenomenally bad photos! Of all the litters to not have good photos, but three were adopted quickly enough I didn’t need them, and I did take plenty of photos of Lucy, thinking I’d find a home for her as well.
Sweet memories…I am not one to think things happen for a reason, but there had to be a reason absolutely no one was interested in adopting Lucy and she stayed with me. She would eventually develop FIP and I learned a sad but valuable lesson and could use all my veterinary and alternative resources to care for her, and she brought her mom to join us because otherwise I never would have asked that family for her mom, only the kittens.
But this was way before all that, and finding homes for three of four kittens in three days was pretty exciting.
Photos pulled “From the Archives” were taken by one or another digital camera of mine between 2002 and, well, yesterday, but usually they are older than that, and I had never had the chance to feature them. Vintage Photos are from my film archives back to 1983 when I purchased my Pentax K-1000 camera. They’re a fun way to “introduce” other members of my feline family who came and went before I began blogging, and to illustrate my feline family in general from days gone by.
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