The Cats of Seven Oaks Farm
When I moved to Virginia, I had one 18 year old cat and no plans to ever own more than one at a time. The cats, however, had other ideas. We adopted Pierre from a local man after my elderly feline suffered a fatal stroke. He's the only kitten I have ever owned. The rest? Shadow, our dog, found them, and Rocky found us. Here are the stories of the cats of Seven Oaks Farm.
The three cats above are brothers, believe it or not, although we suspect that Whitey had a different, Siamese father....our dog, Shadow, found a litter of kittens dumped in the woods yet again about six months after finding Genghis and his siblings. We brought them home, fully intending to rehome them. But I couldn't give away Whitey; those blue eyes and constant, rumbling purr made me want to keep him. I fell in love with tiny, runt of the litter Groucho. And how could I give away one brother and not the others? So Shy Boy stayed here, too. These three live outdoors for most of the year, coming inside only when the weather turns ugly.
Rainbow Bridge Cats: Cats Past
Over the years, my cats have been my best teachers. Two former feline instructors who have crossed the Rainbow Bridge and died also appear in stories on this blog.