My Kitchen “Cat Colony”

My Kitchen “Cat Colony”

by Elisa Black-Taylor

Waiting for service

Waiting for service

Waiting for service Misty says Group cat meal Open bag system

My kitchen cat colony is very unique. Just as each of my cats is unique. Yes, dear readers, I now have a cat colony in my kitchen!

This all started a few weeks ago when my daughter Laura went to visit her dad's family for a week, leaving me to tend to 17 cats. Several of these cats previously "lived" in Laura's bedroom. Once she was gone, they decided they needed human companionship. Since I was the only human left I'd have to do.

So the next thing I knew, there were approximately 14 cats living in my living room. Primarily on the feeding bar. They weren't afraid I'd forget to feed them. I even baked them a whole chicken and allowed them to free feed until most of the meat was gone. Perhaps they're all waiting around for a repeat performance.

Perhaps not. It seems all of these cats enjoy each others company. Even Jethro, who previously lived on and under Laura's bed, has moved into the kitchen. He divides his time between the feeding bar and the top of the refrigerator.

I notice my kitchen cat colony has formed alliances much as a feral colony would. Jethro and Miss Kitty seem to be the leaders. Perhaps because they look more fierce than the other cats when they don't get their way. Even Gizzy is hesitant to misbehave around Miss Kitty.

Cassie, my solid back miniature with the deformed foot, is everyone's darling. She takes turns sleeping with the bar cats. She has also been known to sleep on top of a lidded pot on top of the stove. I walked by her one day and she was sound asleep with one of her front paws hung down until it touched the stove.

None of my kitchen cats fight over food. They all share and a lot of people find that difficult to believe. The only two related to each other are Mandy and Sammy. The rest have become friends over time.

One morning I decided to hit the fridge for a late night snack. I found quite a few cats forming a line from the kitchen sink back to the eating bar.

Let me make one thing perfectly clear: I am not a chef and my house is not a restaurant! Then again, maybe I'm wrong.

I don't have the heart to run them off. I also have one dog, Darla, in my cat colony. She's everywhere from the feeding bar to the coffee table. I'm positive she thinks she's a cat.

Samantha, Lily and Cocoa live in their own rooms. Perhaps I'm running a cat hotel, complete with room service, maid service and massage therapy. Oh gee, this goes much deeper than being a crazy cat lady. Let's not forget a little bit of "nurse" thrown in since I'm having to feed Cocoa through a syringe.

Since we eat sitting on the sofa, the bar scene doesn't present a problem. Laura does have to confine most of the cats to her bedroom while she cooks to prevent any accidents. Then they're allowed back out after we finish our meal.

I DESERVE a title. I'm just not sure what I should be called. And while you're at it, please give my daughter Laura a title. She does most of the maid service and keeps the feeders and water bowls full.

Any thoughts, readers? I want a title, I deserve a title, and I'd rather you guys give it to me than to make one up myself. Laura deserves a title also.

Do any of you have indoor cat colonies? I can't be the only one out there with this unique living situation.

Have a PURR-fect day everyone!


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