Our cats live in a house in which they outnumber the people. They are shy of strangers, and easily startled by unexpected company. If you keep going, there’s a poetry reading, music playing, food and conversation.
If you’d like to visit the cats, please come in quietly, so that they won’t run hide under the bed.
Lyra is from abuse and neglect, and a wound that looked like a cigarette burn and took two months to heal. She is from struggling when held and fear of men with beards. She is from a foster home with kind children and a mother cat with kittens. She wandered around our house that first day crying for the kittens, and catching the scent of our recently dead cat. I cried with her, still missing my kitten of 19 years. Soon after, we brought home Sasha and Segei, orphaned kittens who attached to her with a vengeance. She hasn’t cried for kittens since. She no longer fears my husband’s beard. She still does not like to be held.
Sasha
Sergei
Under the bed, McKittens…
This is dedicated to Michele, for giving Norman a kitty mascot, and to the folks from cutekitty.com who left all those nice comment votes.
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