Walked into my room one day, and our cats were play fighting on my bed.
I went to take a picture of one of my daughter’s dinosaurs for today’s #YMCPhotoADay challenge where we had to take a photo of a toy. My daughter’s dinosaur has been reading to all the other toys in the corner of her bed all day…
And also found a lazy Patches, cuddled up on his back with my daughter’s Spike dinosaur, on her bed.
After the kids went to bed last night, I was sitting on the couch, with a movie on in the background and studying. Eventually our kitten, Patches, came to cuddle up beside me and fell asleep. I looked down and saw so much cuteness…
Then I realized I could get a great photo of one of his front paws…
Yes, that’s ONE paw. He has 8 toes on each of his front paws, and 6 toes on each of his back paws. Initially, we counted 7 toes on his front paws, but when I cut his nails the first time, I realized there were actually 8 toes. Never having had a kitten before, I don’t know if his activities are “normal” but I swear this kitten uses the extra toes as an opposable thumb. My daughter’s favourite game with him is to tickle his belly while he’s lying on his back, and he wraps his legs and “thumbs” around her arm. She’s able to pick him up by lifting his arm because he can hold on so well. He can also jump REALLY high, regularly from the back of the couch and almost landing on my shoulder while I’m standing up…and I’m a tall girl at 5’10”!
Our original cat is still getting used to him, but at least they can be in the same room. She doesn’t hiss at him until he gets a couple of inches away from her. We tell her to be nice, and I tell the kitten to stop being an instigator. He understands that word, right? 😉
What happens when a dog person has kids, her dog passes away, eventually she gets divorced, moves a few times before finding our hopefully “forever home”? Well, she gets a cat. This is “MJ”. Stands for “Mary Jane”, named after Spiderman’s girlfriend.
MJ rules our home. My man even jokes that she’s more of a dog than she is a cat. She does her “cat job” of leaving any unwanted guests at our front door for me to dispose of somewhere outside. Sometimes, she even cautiously goes outside to try to find these unwanted guests, but never goes far. Each time she’s done this, she comes back, meows at me, and we go back inside.
A few months ago, one of my neighbours rescued a polydactyl cat. She was all excited when she told me. I looked at her like she had three heads. Even though I have a cat, I still am a dog person. My mom breeds Golden Retrievers for crying out loud! What on earth is a polydactyl cat? Sounds contagious! 😉 Turns out it meant that she had more toes than normal. A month or so passes, and my neighbour realizes her newly rescued cat is pregnant. Within a week, the kittens have arrived. ALL except one are also polydactyls. I’m in love!
When the kids and I decided to get one, my daughter and step-daughter spent about an hour googling cat names, trying to come up with something appropriate for our little polydactyl. (It was REALLY cute watching them argue over some names!) Some were very “human” names. Some were ones that would need explanation whenever telling people the cat’s name. I went to see our new kitten a couple weeks after he was born and “knew” what his name was. So, here’s the newest member of our family … “Patches”.
And his SEVEN toes on one paw:
How can a kitten get any cuter? So I believe our family is complete with two cats and a fish. Welcome home Patches!