I Like Boys!

First off, Brian is still with me. Life got in the way of me taking him to the shelter on Saturday. I decided to wait until this weekend to take him in so that he can have a full Saturday and Sunday when the most pet shoppers come to the shelter. Getting him in late on Sunday and having him possibly wait all week for the right new parent to come on the weekend, seems pointless although I realize he could be there for weeks. I'm hoping he gets picked within 24 hours like 3 out of 4 of mine have.


I got some ribbon that's about the color of his "points" so I can sew him a bow to make him all the more appealing. It's packaging! I want my kittens to get out of the shelters ASAP!


This will be the first time I've surrendered a kitten that I got very attached to. I will miss my grumpy, crybaby, Brian, terribly. The girls that have been adopted seemed quite confident and ready to go get a new home and a new life. Brian is still very much my baby. But he's a boy; they seem much more like babies than the girls do. My neighbor summed it up in a way that completely makes sense to me. She said, "Females are designed to become mothers, but the males are free to remain babies forever." This seems true of other species as well. It might explain why I'm definitely more partial towards the male kittens. It's human nature, we want to be needed and the boys just seem to need us more. I've been saying that I always seem to like the male kittens best until my third litter where the girl, Lucy, is my little darling.


After taking Cookie to the ER for a near death experience with hypoglycemia and finding out tht she was a he, I've learned not to take the shelter's paperwork too seriously. I usually match the collar with the papers to see which kittens are male and female and then I take the markings or some other physical feature as my means for identifying them by the names I or my son give them. I don't generally greet them by looking at their butts, so I never did my own examinations. With this new discovery about Captain I decided to take another look at my other charges starting with my darling little girl, Lucy.


The tiniest of the litter, so dainty...


Look at that sweet little mouth,


with her tiny squeak of a meow,


So lady like,


those darling little paws,


pretty little eyes...


those adorable little testicles...



WHAT?

Yes indeed! Lucy has nuts! Rather appropriate for the holidays don't you think?

Well let's take a look at Fred, Oh dear, he's a girl. Their brother Ricky, who passed away, I know was a boy because I had to clean his bottom so many times as he was always sickly.

Now we need some name changes and here's where my psyche just can't cut it. My brain functions much like that of a ninety year old. Like a squeaky, slow tricycle on a circular train track, it slowly goes round and round and it's very difficult to get it to change course. I can accept that Lucy is a boy I just can't stop calling him Lucy. Fred will become Frederique, and I can still call her Freddy. But Lucy? My sister suggested "Lucifer" but black cats have enough trouble getting adopted, let's not really put the evil on Lucy. I've decided to call him Louie, after my friend, Louie who passed away in March. I MAY be able to get this to stick in my head. There again, my favorite is a boy.

So there you have it; even though I'm surrounded by rumours of Brady lesbianism and I'm knee deep in pussy; I still prefer boys.