The Beginning
Lennon George Ringo McCartney
was born on the 20/21st of October, 1996. He was born to Tobi Whiteman,
a stray cat my sister Lisa acquired. Her husband got it for
her for a birthday present (it was lucky timing that he found it when he
did) and he had thought it a boy, as did Lisa, thus the cat's boyish name
- Tobi. It turned out to be a girl - and she got very pregnant.
She gave birth to four glorious kittens up in the roof of the house, exact
date unknown. My sister helped her bring them down, and the resulting
litter was two black kittens, two tabbies. One girl, three
boys.
I wanted a boy. Specificly,
I wanted a black cat, cause my previous cat Edmund Blackadder (God Bless
his Soul), had been a black tuxedo cat who was just the most precious little
angel. I was still mourning him deeply, and it had been about six
months since he'd gone missing. My sister Cati had bagsied
the black cat though, and her family called him Mufasa. I call him
Moofy just to annoy the shit out of my brother-in-law Rolf.
So anyway - no black cat for me, unless I wanted a girl. No, I did
not want a girl, no way. We already had a girl cat and she was enough
girl cat for me (I speak of Princess Melma). Lisa had already
taken the little boy tabby that was more rambunctious than the other one.
So I got the smaller tabby, with the lighter colouration and more elegant
stripes. When I first went to visit the kittens, I was in awe
at how cute they were. They were seriously cute. I sat
down in my sisters room in front of the cupboard they were in (cupboard
pictured above with kitty in).
Cats poured out of it.
Little kittens that could barely walk. They just pushed themselves
along the floor helplessly. 
One little tabby actually
crawled over to me. He looked up at me with those little lapislazuli
eyes and mewed. He had lighter fur, and a little tan swirl
on his belly. This was to be my cat, because he chose me, and
it was the most wonderful feeling I'd ever had.
So Lenny and I began what
was a great life together. Sure, I probably annoyed the living fuck
out of him with all my cuddling, but we had an understanding.
He cuddled, I fed, we bonded. It was all cool. I mean,
he was my babby. He would run around, being the Lenny, I'd bring
him foor and he'd meow. It was the way things were.
But... Lenny soon became lonely for other cats. See, he grew
up with his siblings around him, and for a time my sister Lisa stayed at
my house because of rental property change-overs, and so she brought her
cats with her. And Lenny could play with his mother and brother
once more. When they left, it was only a matter of time before Lenny
got bored.
He got bored.
And
sad. I mean, bobbly anime eyes sad - see?
So there was nothing else
I could do, but to eventually get him a playmate, one that was Melma because
Melma was old and hates all other cats and tends to bash the living crap
out of them if they come anywhere near her. So I got....
Xena
Anne Baxter Nefretiri - the living Goddess of Destruction. She rips.
She shreds. She tears. She whines. She knocks things
over from very great heights. She wakes you up at the worst
time and sleeps on you all cute like when you *just* have to get out of
bed for work. And baby...
It
was love at first sight!!
I shit you not.
These two became fucking inseperable. It was real sick to watch
sometimes, especially when Xena came to heat time (I got her nice and snippied).
It calmed down after that and now they're like a married couple.
They have their gooey moments but they mostly fight. Before it was
like a teenage couple, and with four-legged animals you really don't want
that about the house (it's bad enough with my Mum's fish going at it 24/7).
Now, they're my book-ends. My sweet petits. My Pinon Noir's.
My Stripey Furries. My Yin and Yang. My John and Yoko.
Well okay, maybe that's going too far but you get what I mean.
I
love Xena (who loves me).....
Lenny loves me (and I love
him) ... 
And Lenny and Xena are pretty
much
totally in love with
each other.
I am the cats' Aphrodite
- hail to the Goddess.
| Email Xena |
Email Lenny |
I would be tickled pink if you'd
let me publish your letters to
my kitties, so everyone can
see their responses. Please
indicate if you'd like to let me
do so or if you'd prefer it to be
private. Thank you!
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