So we started off at five kittens and now we’re left with two and we’re keeping these two. We had three girls and two boys, since our cat Oliver is a male, apparently mom just wanted to keep the tradition. All we’ve ever had been girl dogs and boy cats. It seems weird, I know. We got rid of the kitten I named, and we all thought it was a boy, and found out a couple of weeks before giving it away, that it was indeed a girl. Her owner just kept the original name she wanted to name her and she went from being Archie to Henry. Yesterday, our last female went to live with her sister Henry, and her name went from Phantom to Gracie.
We already knew that our only calico kitten, Callie was going to a home from the time we got a good look at them when they were just born. Apparently it was a bad idea to put it on Facebook that we had kittens, because my Aunt Laurie jumped at the first chance and only wanted the calico and hoped it was a girl. My sister and I have a friend (Ashlyn) and she commented on the picture of the kittens while they were still living outside and we were sneaking them inside so I could see them. She suggested that we call her “Callie” and that’s what Laurie did. By that time, we were still unsure what Callie was, a boy or girl. I think a week before Laurie was to have her we kept checking her just in case, we were very happy that she was a girl.
Our two boys, Tubby and Rudy have had their fair share of confusing days. We thought Tubby was the girl and Archie was the boy, when they were born. I always thought Rudy was a boy. He was the last one I got to meet before we brought them into the house. My mom told us kind of early on that both Callie and Henry were going to new homes when they were old enough and of course, since I named Archie and I knew her name was going to be changed I wanted to name our black kitten and Emily ended up naming him instead, because she hadn’t got to name a kitten yet. The only reason she hadn’t got to name one was because she’s the one who told us we’d get too attached. If we had to get rid of Tubby or Rudy, she’d burst into tears. Hell, so would I! Anyways, I wanted to name him “Ironhide” because I thought he’d bulk up for being a runt and he hasn’t quite done that yet. Emily tried switching his name to “Drake” but that didn’t last. He’s starting to get use to his name.
I don’t know if they’ll stay inside or not. My dad doesn’t really like cats, but the only reason why we’re keeping Tubby is because he’s dad’s favorite kitten. He happens to be our little climber. He was one of the first to climb everything. They think my wheelchair is their little jungle gym. At first it was just the wheel section that was their favorite past. Now that they’re getting stronger and stronger in their little bodies, they jump and climb up things they shouldn’t be climbing in the first place. For example, dad has a few of his BB guns out in the living room. In his little area with his boots and cat carrier. Tubby managed to climb up one of the guns and thank god none are loaded. It was hilarious because all he did was sit there at the top of the gun like he’s king of the world. Now I likes climbing up to my headrest of my chair. Both Tubby and Rudy love doing this and they like laying on my seat. Phantom (Gracie) never got the chance to climb up my headrest, but she did jump into my seat so there’s some triumph for her.