For nearly 20 years, Safe Haven Farm has always had some kind of cat inhabiting the grounds, but a few months ago, the last vestiges of feline life shuffled off the mortal coil of my property and left me at the farm alone.
I’ve posted infrequently about Useless the Cat. Well, she bit the dust some months ago and left behind two kittens, who I dubbed Sherlock and Watson. Well, they lasted a few weeks after she did before random wildlife that wanders my property finally picked them both off. I was actually pretty sad.
But that sadness didn’t endure very long! Now I have some new tenants! A friend from church asked if I wanted some kittens, and I said absolutely! … I did warn her, though, that kitty transplants haven’t been very successful in the past. My place is rough. And since I don’t have a dog right now either, just about any critter is free to wander around my place after the sun goes down.
These kittens are pretty rough though. Barn kitties, through and through. So I said yes, and they arrived Sunday evening—four lovely kittens, two gingers and two grays.
I promise I’m not a crazy cat lady. I do love cats, though, and you’ve got to admit this is kind of exciting. Not only am I getting new kittens, I’m getting new blood. And, let’s face it, the gene pool in my area of the country really needed some refreshing…
The newcomers are inhabiting the garage at the moment because the barn is surrounded by weeds taller than I am (you can tell it’s been a while since I’ve had anything really living out there). The chicken coop was out too just because it’s in such horrible shape after the wind storm last November. And we’ve been seeing evidence of mice in the garage, so it will be good to get it cleaned out.
The first ginger cat didn’t get a name really, because he took off the moment we got him out of his cage. So maybe I should call him Dasher … Mom said we should call him Barney because he headed in the direction of the barn. He’s back in the garage with the others now, though, but he’s still not very friendly.
But the other three practically came with names already attached: Gremlin, Llama, and Typo. Yes. Those are their names. I’ve told you before that I prefer odd names. Let me explain.
Gremlin got her name from the fact that she lurks around in the shadows and only comes out at night. I can’t say I really have gotten to know her very well because I’m not exactly nocturnal myself. But she’s pretty fierce apparently, a really great mouser. She’s still doing but keeps ducking me, so I can’t tell you much more about her personality.
Now, who in their right mind would name a cat Llama? Well, I named my brother’s sheep Dog once, so I guess this cross-species naming isn’t that unusual. But there’s a reason! From what I understand, the folks who used to have these kittens raise llamas. So if the cats don’t come out when you cry “kitty, kitty, kitty” you should be able to call “llama, llama, llama” and get the same result, since they were all fed at the same time. In homage to this, I decided the gray calico needed to be named Llama. Because I can. Mom has managed to lure her out and love on her some, so now she’ll come out and say hi in the mornings. She’s a sweetie … a little cross-eyed … but sweet. I’ve taken to calling her “Llama Face” in deference to the brilliance that is The Emperor’s New Groove …
And finally, I saved the best for last, little Typo. Typo is only six weeks old, and he’s totally laid back. He got his name because he was trying to send a text message on my friend’s phone while she was riding in the car with him on her lap. He’s the most interested in being held at this point, so I imagine I’m going to spend a lot of time with Typo.
Now that I’ve told you all about them, they’re probably going to get eaten or run off or something. I hope not. I hope they make it for many years! I will post about them again soon and will hopefully be able to snap some photos.