Bocephus is a father

Only here do things like this happen. Bocephus went from having an orange cat as a pet--who disappeared--to having kitties. When I came out of the house Sunday morning, he was standing by my favorite plant--the contorted Filbert. He was oinking to beat the band, and the next thing I knew--little kitties were popping out all over. There were four of them--two orangey ones, a black one and one grayish tiger striped thing. The popped out one at a time and hid in the garage.

This little orangey one was the bravest--I got set up to take pics and watched her terrorize Boce. Mama cat showed up, and from the looks of her, I can only conclude that Boce's cat friend was not his girlfriend at all, but rather his boyfriend. And he must have cheated on him, as that must be how this lady ended up with kitties.
Isn't the baby darling?
Looks can be deceiving though--here is short stuff hissing at Boce a minute later. I do not know what he was so mad about, but he was making himself very clear. It was one of the funniest things I have ever seen.

This might explain why Boce has been stockpiling more things in his resting place. He likes to collect items for his bed, and it seems like there has been a lot more stuff there lately. Some of it started getting out under the garage door and I have told Boce that if he does not clean his room, I will do it for him, and throw it all away. When I will get around to that, I do not know. Now I wonder if he was making the bed better for mama and her babies.

When I came back later, we saw a teeny little puffy streak running across the pasture--and Boce came running from the pasture to the house to greet us. I think he was moving his family away from me. I have not seen the kitties since. Tonight, I found that Boce has moved back into the mattress--his winter digs--so I am wondering if he has kitties in there.

Only my pig could be a dad. To some cats. But leave it to someone in this family to be picking up someone else's slack. I bet we never see orange daddy again--he is surely off cavorting leaving Boce to do his work. He looked pretty happy about it though--and it gives him something to do with his time.

Getting bigger

I love this fat boy kitty. He is three times the size of the other boys, even his head is bigger. His tail is kind of short though.
These two are awful cute too, but they are venturing close to the road, which I do not like at all. They are so precious, I hate to see anything happen to them.

Kevin the vet called and gave me the number of someone who just lost their cat and I have called once and left a message-- I would love someone to take one of these babies when they are old enough, they are too friendly to stay safe for long on our farm---inevitably, they end up in the road, or in the pasture (that is what happened to their sister, popped out into the pasture and a baby accidently mooshed her).

They are so sweet--funny how I like kitties, and have no use for cats. And of course, I am so allergic that I cannot touch them, but it is so hard to keep my hands off of them, I just wash them a lot. It does explain why I itch so much, I guess.

They need names--any suggestions? I call the one big one Fat Boy but I dont think he knows that and the little squirts don't have names at all yet.

Pak O Kats

Look what I have! I knew these little dudes were born at the farm--they were teeny tiny, and I worried about them since mom is a gimp and too young for babies. When I got back from my trip, she had moved them but as usual, the Cat Wrangler Madison knew where they were.
This mama loves her babies, it is so nice to see what a good mama she is.
She really is kind of pretty although she does not look so nice right here.

Ever notice how cats hang out in the strangest places? Here they are near the defunct air conditioner unit that used to cool the meth trailer. There is a lot of wood stacked there that they play on like a jungle gym.
They had been living in some tall grass, which is no place for kitties at my house, as I have on occasion, mowed a litter. It was horrible. I blew one of a previous litter that I did not even know was there into a jillion pieces and cut the arm off one--it broke my heart and made me half crazy. I did not know they existed so I did not know to be on the lookout for them that time.

So due to my history ( that Madison will not let me forget) she held the babies while I mowed that area--probably a wise move, even though I really don't like her to play with the babies much.

Madison has a cat problem. They are drawn to her---then they fall in love with her and follow her around. That includes following her to her house, across the street, which is no place for more kitties. First of all, they already have a million kitties, including Ralph who defected from the farm to there. Second of all, the road is kind of busy---very dangerous crossing for kitties.
This is what they look like chasing the cat wrangler. So cute. I love kitties.


I am not a big fan of big cats though. Strange how that works.