Okey dokey, Gina....


My first kitty was Glacier. He was born to a stray, but not feral momma cat under a friend's deck when I lived down south. He obviously had a different daddy than his littermates. Momma and all the other kittens were long-haired, solid chocolate brown. Glacier was the only siamese cross. He's a lovely boy. All the other cats adore him and he's often found at the bottom of a fur pile.


When Glacier was a year old, Pete joined the family. Pete was only three weeks old when I got him. His momma was a barn cat who vanished. The rest of his litter did not survive. I bottle fed Pete for a couple weeks and Glacier took over the other duties of a momma cat--Glacier does not know he is a neutered male! Glacier and Pete are still inseparable. Pete had major urinary tract problems and had to fly to Saskatchwan a couple years ago for surgery. Glacier yowled non-stop for two weeks while Pete was gone! Pete has recovered and is purrfectly healthy now.


Dominique was our first Yukon adoption. She was found as a very young kitten wandering a busy street. She was always fearless! Dominique passed away on May 26, 2005. She somehow got out of the house when we were not home and into the dogs' area. They have never seen an outdoor kitty and Dominique had no fear of dogs. She loved them. Unfortunately, those things combined to cause her death. I miss the little spitfire every second of every day.


Ivy came from the local humane society in January 2001. She was born there in December 2000, adopted and then returned when the couple broke up. She's a princess and expects to be treated as such. She ignores the other cats most of the time as they are mere commoners! Since Dominique died, Ivy had taken over sleeping in her spot--under the covers beside me sharing my pillow! Ivy is the cleanest cat who ever lived. She spends hours grooming herself and me--i am covered in Hoomin germs after all!


Polly Paws came from the Animal Control pound where she was to be euthanized. She was feral and had been trapped as a nuisance animal. She's tamed up quite a bit, but she still hates me and Onyx. She adores my husband and follows him around mewing her fool head off until he pets her! She has 28 claws!!!


Next came Onyx. He was left outside the shelter doors with his littermates as young kittens. His sisters got adopted in no time, but solid black cats tend to stay at our shelter for a long time.He was a five month old kitten when he got here. Polly Paws hated him from day one and four years later she still thinks he should leave her home! Fortunately, for her, Onyx is a gentle giant and he just avoids her as much as he can. He's a big love bug, weighs 20 pounds and squeaks like a kitten when he meows!


Felicia the mini-mite showed up next. She was also a shelter kitty. She was rejected by her own momma and brought to the shelter as they had a nursing momma who took Felicia in. Felicia was born without an elbow joint in one front leg. It's fused at a 90 degree angle and she can't use it. Don't tell her she's handicapped. She doesn't have a clue!


Twicket joined us two years ago. He's our senior citizen at over 15 years old. He's also a lap fungus kitty and would prefer to never walk again. He would like his hoomin slaves to carry him everywhere! He's a doll! I still can't comprehend how someone could have dumped him after caring for him for 13 years!


The most recent addition is Boots. Dominique sent him to me a week after her death. He was at the shelter and she made sure we found each other. The other cats accepted him like he had always been here. He's a sweetheart with an instant purr feature--pick him up, he purrs! He has helped my broken heart heal a little bit.

And that's the feline kids....that didn't take nearly as long as the dogs to type out!!