Trying To Get It Right:

Chronicling the progression of how we came about owning four cats.

After the untimely death of my beautiful Indigo – a pure bread Persian – my husband and I filled the void by rescuing four kittens from shelters. After pouring through the online pages of PetFinder, hoping to ease the pain of my loss, I found a little face I simply could not resist. Not realizing there would more to come.

Our first adoptee was Coffee, a Siamese mix who was slated to be put down the day after I had called. I rushed to the shelter to get him and brought him home.

Our next rescued kitten was Phoenix, he’s a bit of a mystery to us. The older he gets the more Bengal we see in him. Actually we think he’s part dog! Phoenix is affectionately known as the Sheriff.

While going to pick up Phoenix, another kitten caught our eye, that being Pearl. She had been being abused by her crate-mate and we just had to scoop her up and bring her home.

A month or so later I drove down to Atlanta to pick up Coco, our Bengal. Although she is the baby of the pride, she’s definitely the leader…and teacher. She teaches the others all kinds of mischievous things.

So we now have four cats and one dog, little Sugar Sweet “Domino” is a registered pure bread Maltese. He’s the grandpa of the group at 15 “people” years. Although the cats think he’s just a weird looking and strangely acting feline. Weighing in at about six pounds he’s the smallest of the crew.

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CAT CRAZED

Phoenix and Coffee (the cat not the drink) on the hunt.