Doppelkitties

I'm a cat person. It's in me like red hair and short legs. I've had a cat(s) almost continuously since I was 6 years old. I like the idea of dogs and sometimes wish I was a dog person. Until I get a dog and realize they are the TMR class of the animal world. Then I'm glad all over again I love cats.

My current kitty is a big orange tabby named Momo which is short for John the Baptist. Momo is about 1 1/2 years old and is a big ol' mellow sweetie scairdy cat. In his short life, he has put up with a lot. First Pretty and Baby moved in - they were Tidbit's cats when she came to live here. Pretty was pretty high strung so she left pretty quick. Baby was ginormous fat and couldn't run away if she wanted to which she didn't so Momo tolerated her. Then last November Smudge and Lulu (short for Martin Luther) moved in - they were C&C's cats. For whatever reason Smudge left - I'm still sad about that. Lulu loved us, loved Momo, loved being outside - he was just a lover of life. Sweet sweet kitty boy (I just said that in kitty baby talk).

So imagine my surprise the day my Hussy told me Momo and Lulu were fighting in the front yard! He said he heard the awful 'cat'erwauling in the front bushes and out they ran! And Lulu had Momo down by the neck! Whaaaa??? Momo had about 5 or 6 pounds on Lulu. Just didn't sound like either one of them. They're just not the fighting kind. Head butts, purrs, lots of yum yum. Not fighting.

Then Jacquelyn tells me Lulu has been fighting with Boots? Huh? How can this be? Not my sweet kitty boy *kitty baby talk again*.

Then Big Daddy says something about Momo at the farm house. Then Hussy sees him on the road. This is not Momo behaviour. Is he mad at me for all the move-in kitties? Is he braver than I thought? Is this the life he leads behind my back?????

So Lulu goes back to live with his mommy and daddy - this is better for all.

Two days later I catch Momo chasing a black kitty into the woods that LOOKS JUST LIKE LULU!

Today Momo is skulking around the back door acting skittish so I walk out the door to prove to him everything is OK and there laying on Penny's blankie (2-day dog - another story or see paragraph #1) is a big ol yellow tabby THAT LOOKS JUST LIKE MOMO!

I knew my sweet kitty boys weren't the trouble. 'Cause they is sweet boys. And you know what voice I just said that in.