Mrs. Ne-Nash

We have a kitty. Last spring sometime, a young stray cat started hanging around in the evenings. She came from the creek area. She would see the kids jumping on the trampoline and come over and try to get their attention so they would come and pet her. The dogs chased her a lot, and in the beginning she was living under the neighbors shed. She continued to come over in the evenings when the kids were out and we eventually started feeding her. We found out later that she was having breakfast at the neighbors and dinner with us. Despite the fact that Charlie claims to hate cats, he named her Mrs. Ne-nash and even pets her. Most of us are somewhat allergic to cats although the Little's don't seem to be bothered too much. When it got cold outside we put a light down under the barbecue grill and made her a bed to stay warm.

Growing up I always wanted a cat. I would beg and plead and one time, for about a week, I had one. Mom went and bought some expensive Persian fuzzy beast and I was thrilled! It came out of it's cage, shot under the sofa and stayed there for the week until she finally came out. Mom found out she had some sort of eye infection and she went back from whence she came and that was the end of my cat ownership.

The dogs have gotten used to her and don't chase her anymore. She even tries to eat out of their dog bowls sometimes. She's super sweet and not shy at all and of course I think she's the prettiest cat I've ever seen. We decided we were feeding her too much because she was getting a little fat and there's been some speculation that she might be more than just fat.

Yesterday we got home and the kids ran outside to play and Melee' came in shouting, "The cat had kittens! The cat had kittens!"

We have four babies! One white, one cream, one black and one black with spots. We're all Really excited. Except for Charlie, who says he's gonna put them in a pillow case. Bad Charlie.