Fili and Bilbo. But in this case--not just a Hobbit and his Dwarf companion!

Hello, this weekend has been full of things that were blog-worthy. And yet again, my internet is slow and I have been busy(er) than usual; work, reading, writing, and the like. It is nearing 11pm. So now I have the time--and peace and quiet--to type up something awesome.

This past Friday was my brothers Birthday. So, Happy Birthday to him! For his birthday, he wanted one thing. That thing was a kitten.

Now, we have had kittens before. At one point in time, we had 6 cats in the house at one time. There were three boys and then their sisters. I found them under our porch when I was younger. It was an exciting time because we were about to get a kitten from my aunt. The Saturday before we were supposed to get him, I saw a small black thing sitting on one of the steps on the porch. So of course, me being a child, I ran and told my parents. They went out and found three kittens under the porch and one in the woodshed. My siblings and I were incredibly excited, because that meant that we were going to have five cats! (This was an awesome thing to us because the first kitty we had--her name was Lady (after one of the trains on Thomas the Tank Engine; my little brother was deep into that)--ran away one day. I remember that day. We all had the flu, and were stuck in the house for days. That was not fun in the least. When we got back outside the next couple days...she was nowhere to be seen) ANYWAY, after we got the 4 kittens into the house, Dad saw a fifth one run across the yard and into the woodshed. We only saw him here and there, and nobody really got a good glimpse at him. So naturally, his name became "Bigfoot." A couple days later, he was caught. It took my mom a long time to get him socialized. I can't remember how many times we had to pull out the washer and dryer to get him out from behind it...

After a while, these kittens became cats. They were just a little too much to bear. Let’s just say that wooden railings had been ruined and the whole group was sent to the barn. They enjoyed being outside and each of them went their different ways. Felix decided that she liked the empty shed across the street much more than a yard full of cat siblings that she really truly hated. Cutie stuck around for many years. Then we got new neighbors who have a lot of cats. Cutie went to live with them...I haven't seen her for maybe a year. Cutie 2 (Cutie's brother, I know, original. LOL) had a wandering soul. He would come and go as he pleased. But in the end, I am pretty sure that a coyote took him out...The coyotes were really bad the year he disappeared. I am pretty sure that Bigfoot was taken out that way too...He was an excellent cat after he got used to people! He was really sweet and had an amazing tolerance for the little children annoying him.

Then there were Mask and Boots. Their names pretty much explain all there is to say about how they looked. Boots was black and he had white feet. So her name was instantly "Boots." Mask, well, he had a white, mustache looking thing on his face. (This was the kitty we got from our aunt.) Boots...well, I haven't seen her in a long time. I saw a cat that looked bloody close to her once while out at the Vet's office...but I doubt it was her. She did however, stare at me like she hated me. And that is how she looked at everyone. Mask was taken out by a car. It was a horrible day for my sister--for he was her kitty. In short, I absolutely hate the road we live on.

~sigh~

Well, this has been quite depressing, but I would like to finish before I get to my real point. There were three other cats. Smokey: an older kitty we found wandering stayed with us until he died. I think the neighbor man said that a fox got him...Then there was Princess: another old cat that just needed a home. Unlike the rest of them, she died because well, her time was done on this earth.

Then there was my kitty Tigger--the one in the picture on the top of this blog. My parents said that he got lonely and wandered away to find a girlfriend. I can believe it, because he was such a charmer, but I can't believe that he ran away from his family to find love.

Geez, whatever.

And without further delay, I bring you the POINT OF THIS WHOLE POST! IF YOU HAVE MADE IT THIS FAR, YOU ARE TRULY A VERY PATIENT PERSON. Seriously, I rant. It just goes on and on and on...

My brother did get a kitten for his Birthday. It has been almost 3 days and he loves the thing to pieces. But the awesome thing here--for me--is that, I got this kitten’s brother.

Meet, Fili:

Needless to say, we all know why his name is Fili. Because Fili is my favorite out of Thorin's company. Ya know, besides Kili and Thorin...(THE REASONS ARE OBVIOUS PEOPLE! COME ON!) His name was Fili before we even went to pick him up. I know it's not the greatest picture, but my camera has been running on dead for a long time. Anyway, he is super cute. He is fearless...

And this is my brothers kitten, Bilbo. The second Fili was named, brother says, "My kitten's name is Bilbo!"

My littlest sister calls him "Bobo meow."

Yes, that is a foot in the picture. He didn't know that I was taking a picture. Mostly because he was asleep. He ended up kicking the cat off the couch...

Anyhow, they are still getting over what I think was a cold. That's why their noses and eyes are a little bit messy. But I think that overall, they are healthy kitties.

Well, that is all. I hope you enjoyed the long winded story about past cats and their demise...

Oh, it's very late indeed. 

~Natsu~