I am a very proud kitty cat momma. I love (all three of) them to bits, even when they’re more concerned with the food in my hand than the love in my heart. Let me introduce you all.
How we named her: No idea.
Her story: Scooter was our first family cat. My parents joke that they got her from a shelter for $17. But I don’t think they were kidding about that. I was little when we brought her home, but I do remember my dad letting her loose for the first time saying, “Let her walk around. Let her get used to the house.” She was baby. She moved around with us to every new house and new school and new neighborhood. She was always there when I came back home on college break. She was feisty and thought she could fit into any size box. I think I liked that most about her. She passed away a bunch of years ago, and I miss her all the time.
Her favorite things: Food. Small boxes that she couldn’t actually fit in. Purring.
How we named her: This was kind of a joke. When a family friend talked about Scooter, he would always get her name wrong saying, “How’s Sparkles…or Sprinkles…?” When we brought this cat home, we knew what we had to name her.
Her story: My parents were visiting my Dad’s parents in PA when we lived up north in NY, and they found Sprinkles on the side of the road and rescued her. She was just a tiny little thing that could fit in the palm of your hand. Now she’s a mean, ungrateful little beeeep, and the only person she really appreciates is my mom. Unfortunately, she is still living.
Her favorite things: Nothing. No one. Hogging an entire love seat.
How we named him: Timmy!! He is my buddy. I got him during high school when we lived up in NY. Since he was the first boy cat, we tossed around a few hockey player names because we’re a big hockey family. One famous player, Tim Horton (who started a chain of Dunkin Donut-like shops before he died) stuck. We landed on Timmy in about an hour and a half.
His story: I can’t remember what year of school I was in when we got him, but he was a birthday present. My friends asked my parents if they could get me a cat, and since they’re rockstars, they agreed. They gave me an orange cat stuffed animal and told me my parents were going to let me pick out a real one. Timmy is the sweetest cat you’ll ever meet.
His favorite things: Cold cuts. People. Love. Scratches.
How I named him: Louie. Oh, Louie. I just really loved the name, and it fits his weirdo personality.
His story: I got Louie in October 2012 when I lived in Fort Lauderdale. I moved down there for a job, and I had been thinking about getting kitten for awhile. I was roaming a local farmer’s market one day, and a lady there had FREE cats to take home. Free kittens?! It wasn’t a dream, but I was in heaven. We were instant pals, and I spent all my pennies on toys, food and litter that day.
His favorite things: Playing fetch with pens and straws. NOT being held. High places where he can observe and judge. Follow you around.
Do you have any pets? What’s their story?