My Pets


Meet Lucy at 5 weeks and 5 months.

I had a plan. I fostered her brother Desi and her when they were taken to a local animal shelter at 4 days old. Their eyes were still closed and they were orphans. I had no idea what I was in for! I thought I did. I knew that newborn kittens had to be bottle fed every two hours. I thought I can do that for a few weeks. HAH!

Sadly, Desi died in his sleep at 6 days old. Lucy, on the other hand, was a noisy, tiny scrapper and she thrived.

Back to the plan: I took the two because I knew I’d give them back to the shelter as a pair to keep them together. This would be at around 6-8 weeks, so they could be fixed and then put up for adoption. Easy-peasy.

Lucy being alone in the world changed everything. I was the only family she had. She opened her eyes, cuddled, and came when I called. I was hooked. I’ve decided to adopt her when the time comes. I can’t give her up.

So my plan failed. And I have a new cat. Sorsha is fascinated by her. Not sure she likes her, but hasn’t attacked her. And Lucy wants Sorsha as a friend, so that’s been fun to watch their interplay. I’m sure they will become fast sisters.

Sorsha NL

Sorsha is almost 4. If you read about Xena, you will not be surprised that Sorsha came in through the cat door three years ago during Christmas. Also semi-feral, so a challenge to win over.

Just since my senior cats died has she been coming on my lap…just for a while because I want to pet her and she jumps down. I think she still sees me as more a consistent food provider than a loved human. But she’s started to sleep on my bed, so there’s hope. As long as I don’t bug her, she tolerates me.

She’s a dilute tortoiseshell (meaning having only two colors) and she’s named after a character in a Nora Roberts Irish trilogy. The proper spelling is Sorcha, but I thought everyone might mispronounce it, so I spelled it phonetically.