Name... Big Piney Woods Cats
From... A State Of Winter, United States
Once upon a time, in the far north reaches of Idaho, in a place called The Big Piney Woods, there lived four cats. Three lived inside the cabin; there to be loved, honored, and waited on. One chose to live outside, in the magical woods; there to be loved, honored, and eat mice. This is their blog, as told by them, in smart kitty fashion. You must overlook grammer and spelling; they are cats, after all. You will find their pictures and stories below, in the order they came here, to become part of our family.
Patches was dropped off in our driveway, on a beautiful fall day in October, 1999. She was two years old, very friendly, and
immediately became queen of the house. She is very vocal; letting me know what is right, what is wrong, and what she wants.
Mittens was brought into the shelter, where I did volunteer work, in September, 2000. She was about seven years old. She growled, hiding
under the bedding. Knowing everyone wants purring kittens, I took this polydactyl home to join Patches. She is a biscuit making, purr
machine, older now, spending most of her days sleeping.
"Cats are like potato chips.... you can't have just one."
This sweet, semi-feral torbie has lived in our woodshed, and under the deck since the summer of 2004. She is very tame now,
and lets me pet her, all the while giving me headbutts and purrs. She is a big love, preferring to live outdoors. She has two covered beds under
the deck, and two blankets up in the wood, and plenty of food and water. We love to watch her, playing with the fairies, on a summer afternoon.
Name...Precious Flower (aka Squirt)
A tiny kitten herself,( 8 - 9 months) with two kittens of her own, I found Precious, a silver tabby, in the woods, a mile from our home, starving.
Her kittens, who appeared very healthy, disappeared, after I caught her.
I went back over and over, trying to find and catch them; I am hoping they found a good home.
She has joined Patches and Mittens, in the house (late August, 2006.)
"I love cats because I love my home and after a while they become its visible soul."
Jean Cocteau (1889-1963)