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Detroit area of Michigan, and I want to scream at the sky that “I JUST SHOVELED THAT!!” And since it’s supposed to get colder before it gets above freezing and at least one person in the neighborhood will complain if walks aren’t cleared, a shovelin’ I do go. This is the first year there haven’t been people coming to the door offering to shovel since we moved up here, too. grumble
We saw them as younger kittens in a previous Our IX Lives storyline, got confirmation or telekinetic abilities in the lil’ cuties, and learned one is named Bandit Junior. So they’re probably really there, though what does Bandit have to do with it? We don’t know who their father is!
We’ve had multiple cats in the family over the years. The inside kitties in my lifetime: Diana was named by my father, after the Superhero Alter Ego of his childhood family cat. Smoke, Diana’s daughter, was a gray cat and my parents thought “Smokey” was too obvious. Fiat was a little void with a BIG purr that reminded Dad of a sports car engine; little void grew to a respectably sized void. Dot is twofold; she was a gray cat with a white dot of a locket, and wandered into our yard on my grandmother Dorothy’s birthday. Chessie looked like the Chesapeake railroad mascot and was named to attempt to convince my railfan father to let us keep the kitten (it worked). Dozer was found at a Phil Dirt and the Dozers concert. Tigger came with his name, he was an orange tiger adopted from a classmate and said classmate’s younger sister had named him. We kept the name. Dell was a tuxie, and Dad understood when I said “black and white cat” to mean “cow cat,” so he suggested the name of the cow patterned computer company; it stuck. Tabby was a tabby cat who we didn’t expect to stick around for as long as she did, so we didn’t put much effort into naming her. Wilbur, son of Tabby, was the first of the kittens to take the food bait when we were trapping kittens so we named him after a pig. Sparky, daughter of Tabby, was the runt of the litter and we gave her a strong, energetic name as encouragement. The outside/feral kitties: Barney lived in our old garage/toolshed, so we called him The Barn Cat, which morphed into Barney. Our neighbor who had him on timeshare called him Blackie. Pebbles and Bamm Bamm, sons of Tabby (and suspected children of Barney, along with Wilbur and Sparky), were named to match with Barney. Bamm Bamm was eventually grabbed and taken to a cat rescue, Pebbles fought like heck the one time we got him to the vet and firmly resisted all attempts to socialize beyond yelling at us from a safe distance. (cont)
Detroit area of Michigan, and I want to scream at the sky that “I JUST SHOVELED THAT!!” And since it’s supposed to get colder before it gets above freezing and at least one person in the neighborhood will complain if walks aren’t cleared, a shovelin’ I do go. This is the first year there haven’t been people coming to the door offering to shovel since we moved up here, too. grumble