A black momma cat came to our house one day with her children. They were adorable. I fell in love and then we had new additions to the family. Yes, you shouldn’t feed stray cats but I can’t help it. I feel bad for them. She has gone through several names but for now lets call her Momma Cat. Tommy and Mimi were two of her kitten and they looked like twins. Mimi looked like the dark version of Tommy. Tommy became the favorite because he liked to come in and he had this walk that made you laugh. Then there was Pinguis (it’s in Spanish and probably spelled wrong), Franky, and Chris. Here are some pictures of them:
Mimi-She was so small
Tommy-As he got a little older I called him Thomas
I was going to school in Santa Barbara so I did not see my cats as often anymore. Then there was an earthquake near Los Angeles and my brother told me that was when Tommy got lost. My family looked for him but nothing. When I went home, I expected to see him when I went outside my house but he never showed up again. Our family hopes someone found him and took him in.
Since we had all these cats on our front porch that would not go away, we just feed them outside and they always had fresh water too. We took care of them the best we could but some of them would just leave and not come back. For example, Franky left and we did not see him again (I think he has shown up recently but since he grew up I don’t know). They would play outside and run inside our house if we left the door open but quickly run out if we wanted to catch them. Some time past by and then Momma cat was pregnant. What a surprise right? Oh but not only Momma cat this time but Penguis too. These cats just keep adding up but we can afford to feed them. However, we cannot afford to take them all to the vet.
Moving on with the story, Momma Cat had five kittens. She had them somewhere else and the first kitten she brought was this black female kitten with an orange type of color mark on her face. Later, I was told that my Mom thought it was a rat and thought she was ugly. Her name was Chiquita Banana. Then the others started to come with their Momma. There was a cat my brother named Lucifer (his name has now been shorten to Lucy so people don’t think we are devil worshippers or something) because he hissed at us and has a mean looking face. Lucy had three brothers named Gordo, El Negro (later name El Caballo), and the Grey One. Yes, the names are not really names. For example, what kind of name is the Grey One? We only called him that because he was grey. Guess what color El Negro is? Hint: it is a very very dark color.
My Mom might not have liked Chiquita Banana when she was young but my Mom grew to love her when she got older. She became the favorite and it was really sad when she never returned. I always ask for my cats when I am In Santa Barbara to see how they are doing and my Dad told me over the phone that Chiquita had not come home to eat. Sometimes the cats leave for a few hours and then come back later so I was not too worried about Chiquita. Then the next day I ask my Mom about her but still she was a no show. The next few days she still did not come back and I figured that she probably was not going to come back. Eventually I come home for the weekend, I was hoping to see her running by but she never came back home. My Mom was really affected by Chiquita being gone because she was very attached to her. She dreamed of Chiquita a few times after she disappeared.
After she disappeared then Mimi did not come back. Mimi had left before for a few weeks so I assumed she was going to come back. I really missed her because I really liked her. She seemed to become more sad after her brother, Tommy, left and after her baby died. The baby seemed to be fine for a few days and then one day we found her next to him and he was just dead. Mimi still wanted to stay next to him.
The Grey One, sadly, past away weeks after Mimi disappeared. I was going to come home for the weekend and I had not finish packing by the time my brother and Dad arrived at my dorm. One of them got a call from my older brother who was at home but I did not think it was serious so I left to finish packing. My brother calls me over and tells my Dad,” we should just tell her now”. I was so confused by this and I did not know how to respond to this. He told me that the Grey One had been sick for a while and that he had just dead. I left to finish packing and I started crying.
I miss all of the cats that have left us. I was so attached to them. Of course I have moved forward but I still think about them at times. I’m sorry if this is full of sadness but that’s how the story goes. It’s not all sadness though and the next part of the story is more cheerful.
Penguis became pregnant again and it has made us very happy. The story of my cats will finally warp up tomorrow.