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Hello everyone. It has been a couple of months since I last posted. I just wanted to give an update to my kitten(s) situation. As some of you know, we had to have one (Angel) put to sleep. My mother has adopted Boots and renamed her to Tabitha Joy (they call her Tabby). My stepson's girlfriend has adopted Manny and renamed him to Taz. We are keeping Squeaky and she has made a wonderful addition to our home. We have since had Mama fixed and she is doing great with the other cats.

My father has always said my mother could not have a cat, we convinced him otherwise and he has fallen madly in love with Boots (Tabby). She follows him to bed at night and sleeps with her. When he gets home from work, he is calling for her before he gets to the top of the stairs. It is so funny to see the two of them together. Manny's (Taz) eyes have stayed blue, he is still so handsome! One of our other cats - Shadow (we call her Peanut) has fallen in love with Squeaky. They play together, she grooms her and they cuddle when they are sleeping. All total, we have 8 wonderful and loving cats in our home.

Well, I have got to go for now. I will keep you posted and keep reading the other posts. Again, I am so glad I found this forum and get to share with you my feline happiness!

Sounds like all are doing great. Your story about your Dad and Tabby reminds me of when I was a little girl. What my brother and I REALLY wanted was a puppy. But my parents said "it wasn't fair to a puppy to have a family that was all gone all day". So my brother dragged home a kitten that he found. My Dad stamped his foot, yelled "no", and said cats live in barns, not in houses. My father was raised on a farm where all animals had a job, and the cats jobs were to keep the mice out of the feed. You didn't feed or pet cats, they were working animals, not pets like all the other animals on the farm, they had a job to do. So the concept of a cat, living in the house and being coddled was foreign to him. Still is, actually. (Rather hard on him to have a daughter with 18 cats, 1 dog, and a rodent. None of which do anything resembling work.) At any rate, between my brothers blue eyes filling with tears and my brown ones and our clamoring for a puppy if we couldn't have a kitten, my Mother overruled my Dad and the kitten stayed. We named her Taffy/Tabby depending on who was calling her and she was an inside outside cat. Well, at the time my Dad was working on his Doctorate in Education so he spent a lot of time in the basement in his little office and the kitten lived in the basement. (I had a canary, upstairs that the cat wanted to meet). It wasn't long before that kitten spent her days curled on my Dad's lap while he studied and wrote his thesis. He claimed that the only reason that she was on his lap was that she tried to play on the desk while he worked and would try to grab the pen. Anyone believing that one?? Not even we children fell for that!!!
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