Yes, we have four cats! In 1999, we discovered the mother & her five new-born kittens in the carpark of a popular business in the Adelaide CBD a few months prior to us purchasing our first home...
Now it is
-- The cats have reached their mid 30's (in cat years, of course!), and have outgrown our their home. So we are doing renovations that will not only give more space for the cats, but will improve the re-sale of the house.
This cute little kitten is the queen of all our cats.
She is the lucky one. She is the favourite. This gets on Mischief's lil black goatie. He might be the biggest, and the most likely to take out a human eye with a single swipe, but that lil grey ball of fluff has an intelligence level of a 21yo human with a PHd in engineering, socialogy, feng-shui, & web site design
She gets first preference. One day Mischief is gonna get her ...
This cat is a big brown ball of paranoia. Trouble is always in trouble - not with us, just with himself and the other cats.
He is the cat that runs into parked chairs, that will change direction in a millisecond, and is scared of it's own shadow. Trouble is lovable cat, forever seeking attention by way of rubbing up against you.
Not like normal cats, but by headbutting your arm, and moving his head up until he gets your hand. You then have no choice but to scratch him. Trust me, this is the way to Trouble's heart. A good head scratch will do it.
The grandeous cage could also be used as either a fernery or aviary.
When finally completed, the cage looked nothing like what was originally planned.
After deciphering the cat-paw-plans, a huge wood and wire-mesh cage was constructed on the far-side of the garage, between the brick wall and the neighbours fence. Out of mind, out of site. For everyone. Photographs are being dug up for inclusion online shortly.
It is totally amazing what four cats can do with the spare laptop computer when left on their own all day long whilst we go to work.
They influenced our choice of house: We needed a shed that could house a car, lots of family stuff, and four feral cats.
Yes, our four feral cats are now enjoying a life of domesticated bliss in the comfort of our Adelaide home. Recently they discovered how to type on the spare laptop.
Mischief looks like a black panther, with little or no brains, and is lazier than a hilton-sister. But he has a blog at catser.com, so he can't be all dumb!
When he wants to sit on my lap, he simply stands up alongside the lounge I am sitting in, and meow's loudly at me.
He has trained me well, and is lovingly dragged up onto my lap to watch televison together. This cat knows which side his bread is buttered on.
This is my other favourite cat. She loves me because I have saved her life, literally, on more than one occasion. The first time was almost a tragedy.
The poor little kitten. After five years, she still returns to me first, and when I put her on my shoulder like a baby, she hugs my shoulder tight, like a small child. Who needs children when you have love like that?
The TIFFF (The Inter-Galactic Fellowship of Feline Friendship) have finally submitted the Code of Conduct by which all cats, both earth-bound and intergalactic, should live by.
The current version of the code are predominantly aimed at those cats who have unfortunately become both earth-bound and pets of human beings.
The rules within the Code will enable earth-cats to finally achieve a higher status than just 'a pet'. It is envisioned that humans will now put more descriptive words between 'a' and 'pet'!
The real question should be: "Who do these cats choose to live with?"
Well, in a world where cats are given away because they are considered vermin to farmers and terrorists to the natural fauna, we decided to be the caretakers of these four bundles of fur.
Located behind a stack of dismantle fences in a carpark of a shop in the Adelaide CBD is no place for the leaders of the TIFFF to grow up. So they agreed to take us in as their food & water providers and kitty-litter providers & cleaners. The honour was all ours!
