Meet the Crazy Cat Lady
Though I have it on good authority that I cannot be the crazy cat lady because I iz murried, I suspect I’m skating dangerously close to crazy cat lady status anyway.
Master’s always said that we aren’t getting any more cats. We have 3, and we weren’t even supposed to have that many. Once we got ourselves out of the omg-another-batch-o-kittens! cycle (remember them days?), we were down to a respectable 2 cat household. But then the one cat got outside and never returned and Master took pity upon my grief and let me go to the humane society, where, bless my soul, they were having a 2 fur 1 (get it? fur? Ha!) sale and we jumped from 1 to 3.
But I luffs them, so that’s okay.
So then I had a birthday coming up, right? And Master’s asking me what I want and junk.
I NEEDED nothing. I’m a spoiled little bitch, every single day. He was especially generous on Christmas and with my birthday following so close, I didn’t want anything new.
However.
I DID want something old. Something old and unwanted by most everyone else. Something that makes me feel good and useful and, maybe, makes up a tiny tad for my contribution to the unwanted cat population during my omg-another-batch-o-kittens! days.
I wanted to adopt 1.. just 1.. old and unwanted and hard to place kitty cat from the shelter. I wanted to DO something, rather than GET something.
The surprising thing was that he said yes. I totally expected an absolute, end-of-conversation refusal.
So I pushed my luck a little more. Because the cat that I wanted, a sick, 11 yr old boy, came in with a buddy. His life-long buddy who loved him very much and the two shouldn’t be separated.
*beams*
Meet my birthday presents:
That guy is Grandpa. Doesn’t he just look like a grumpy old man? He’s the sick one, and his age (11yrs) combined with his illness, he’s probably not going to be around more than a few years, if that. He’s rather scrawny, and pretty lethargic, but we’ve already been to the vet and his blood work is “okay” (meaning: as to be expected) and his chest xray showed a heart still within normal size range. We’ll recheck in 6 months and compare changes. In the meantime, the most stressful part of his day is deciding which bed (ours or Am’s) to snooze the day away in. He plays a little bit, especially first thing in the morning, but he’s only got the stamina for about 5 minutes worth of play time. Then he sleeps. ALL DAY LONG.
I know I took on future vet bills. I know some day I’ll have to make the choice to put him down. 
This here is Wilford Brimley, named after his look-alike, uh, Wilford Brimley.
He’s old, too. 10 or so. He’s lived all of his life with Grandpa. They lurve each other. He’s healthy, a little skittish and quiet, and likes to drink out of the faucet. He’s not very playful (yet), whether that’s because he doesn’t want to or is not yet comfortable enough to, I don’t know. He’ll play a little bit all by himself, batting around a milk jug ring, but if anyone interferes, he’s done and walks away. He otherwise has no interest in toys. He’ll take some affection but only on his terms. Imagine that, eh?
So anyway. Only my fellow cat lovers will appreciate this entry. 
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January 18, 2011 7:39 am
You are a GOOD person!
Aww, Kaya, this made me cry. I luffs kitties too and I wish I could get another one. But my old catloaf won’t tolerate another animal in his house.
Your new boys are beautiful.
Awww, how cute! And how awesome of you! <3
I’m amazed that you found a picture of me…and didn’t decided it looked like Wilford Brimley, although I will admit that he and I both have old and cranky figured out.
Oh…and you’re still two cats shy of crazy-cat-lady…that, and yeah, you’re married.
Ok…so I got a “didn’t” in there where it shouldn’t have been.
awwww…how sweet of both of you to give those kittehs a home! The contrast of this and your prior post made me lol.
I think it’s awesome that you are adopting pets that have special needs or need more care. Both of the dogs we adopted are special needs and they cost us more at the vet than a healthier animal would but you know, it just doesn’t seem to matter as much as we thought it would.
That was a wonderful thing to do, Kaya!
So if I’m married that exempts me from crazy cat lady status? ’cause somehow we went from one to four. apparently I have “sucker” written across my forehead.
Congrats on the B-Day kitties! And a belated Happy Birthday!
How wonderful of you to give a home to a couple of elderly cats…
We just adopted an eight year old cat and i think she came from a kinky home prior to us…nothing seems to bother her in the bedroom (or wherever)…she just yawns like she has seen it all…
claudia
HAHA! My elderly kitty, Molly (RIP), was totally fine if we were having vanilla sex. But the SECOND we started anything kinky she’d jump off the bed, all huffy, and bang on the door to be let out of the room. Obviously, we offended her delicate senses.
Kitties! KittieskittiesKITTIES!
They’re so handsome. Such lucky kitties. What a lucky crazy cat lady.
Five cats…two parrots, a bearded dragon, and a six-year old…in a singlewide trailer.
That’s MY life. Therefore, I see NOTHING wrong with your entry. Not a thing. (Plus, a friend of mine and I decided one must have at LEAST seven to be the crazy cat lady).
Congrats on your new additions! Oldies are such lovies. I adopted an elderly ferret named Grandma, and she was such a sweet baby.
*squeals* Kitties! They’re so adorable! I have three cats, m’self.
I just gotta say, bless you. Everyone wants cute cuddly little kittens. I love cute cuddly kittens myself. But the older ones surely need a good home at least as much as those cute babies, huh? And they love you just as much. Maybe more.
I am absolutely positively NOT a cat person, and I think what you did is lovely. Happy belated birthday.
They are lucky to have such an awesome crazy cat lady for a mummy and what an awesome pressie from Scott
Cute!
Ah no, there’s a dog lover here who appreciated it. Especially the likeness between Wilford Brimley and Wilford Brimley. They could be twins, separated at birth.
Wilford Brimley, *crack me up* but that cat DOES look like him!
We have two. One came from a shelter. When we got her she was eight months old. She runs from everybody except my autistic daughter. She cries to get into her room. ‘Tis a very good thing.
This post just made me smile.. I always want all the unwanted…. They are absolutely beautiful and love the names.
Aw what adorable old farts. Wilford Brimmley does resemble the person LMAO
You made me cry. This is exactly what we are going to do from now on, adopt the older, nobody-wants-them kitties. All four of our kitties are rescue cats, always have been. Our B&W Boyz are the last kittens we’ll ever have, they are four years old now, from a pregnant mama cat who was adopted by friends. It was a wonderful experience to have them (and a pain in the ass! Kittens! OY! lol) but that’s it for that. From here on out, as we have the room, we adopt the older ones. The sick ones. We’ve discussed it many times. My brother wants to adopt kittens, he’s in his 60′s, he asked me what I thought and I said he was being selfish and why doesn’t he adopt the older ones instead? He said no. argh.
I’m not religious so when I say this, know that I mean it cosmically: Bless you and Scott. I hope many people read this and do the same. {{{{Hugs}}}} (YEAH I USED THE FUCKING HUGS SO WHUT??)
And Happy Birthday. As always, I cringed at yer pics, aahahahaha!
You made me cry … Good on you, and wow what a wonderful person you are. xoxox
Tracy
When I finally get settled in one place, i.e. no frequent travel and I’m living somewhere that allows pets … this is definitely the first thing I’ll be doing! Kittens are great, but I have always wanted to take in ALL the senior cats. They just seem like they need even more love. Kudos on you for doing this!
AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!
New furry lap sluts! You rock Kaya! And M rocks too, for letting you get another (or two) fuzz buckets. I got my three from shelters as well. I’d like to get a 4th but Collarsmith says no until one goes to the great litter box in the sky.
I has a happy for you! Must meet them.
Bless you. Whatever you do or don’t believe in, this is what they mean when they talk about “doing good.” My own kitties are getting up there and while kittens are adorable, if and when I get a new household of cats, I know I’ll be adopting an older friend for any kitten I look at.
If I ever somehow win the lottery in spite of never buying tickets, part of what I’d spend my cash on would be an endowment to pair up old doggies and kitties with old people…and then pay the vet bills for them. My mom and sis just got a PAWS kitty; they were planning on an older one but ended up with a youngish but very shut down, scared girl…she hid for the first 72 hours (they knew where she was but let her be) so her name is Heidi. One week in and she sleeps nose to nose with my sister in her bed and has discovered TOYS! (she was a stray, though not ferrel).
<3 this.
there is a wonderful, special place waiting for you in heaven……and for that man of yours that let you have the cats!
Happy Birthday!! Mine was the 12th and Master’s was the 15th. Lotso capricorns!
Best birthday presents ever!
My daughter calls me a crazy cat lady all the time! We only have 3 (only haha as if 3 isnt much!) All of which I am inclined to point out, started out as HERS. But because they all follow me around like Im their personal sun! I wake up during the night daped and surrounded by them. And none of my cats got the memo about being aloof and distant! Hard to beat (pun intended) a warm purring bundle of fur when youre down!
Oh and BTW I really want Wilford Brimley…. he looks so miserably cute!!!!!
in the days before kids (aka as B.K.) we had 6 cats, all strays that just showed up at our door. We swore we had a kitty hobo mark on our door…
These days just one cat, who Doms the one dog (who is 3X his size) and is a phenom mouse hunter…
kudos to you, and that big ticker inside you…that is the best birthday story i’ve ever read.
Hug,
nilla
Grandpa sounds like hyper or hypoglycemia or a thyroid issue.
Had a cat like that and with daily pills, he was right as rain.
OMG TEH CUUUUUUTE! Wilford Brimley totally looks like one of my kitties but with brown instead of gray coloring.
They are too adorable, both of them. How sweet of you to adopt special-needs animals. What a wonderful heart both you and M have.
Cute kitties! It’s funny how that younger cat looks like that old man