Just so everyone knows, Bubba and Mr. Whiskers moved with me.  Bubba is now 15 years old!  It is amazing to me to think that he has been in my life that long.  He survived the loss of three siblings in a short amount of time but Mr. Whiskers coming into his life allowed him to re-gain some energy and take over as alpha for the first time.  The two of them adjusted well to the new house and appreciate the fact that they have a great number of windows with spots to sit and look out at all of the squirrels etc. around the house.  They do not appreciate the stray cat in the neighborhood so much but I believe they have now hissed at him enough through the windows that he is leaving them alone now.  The two of them were essential in my earlier phases of grief at the beginning of the year.

They have welcomed another cat into our lives.  She is young, less than a year old, and her original owner had to move out of State and was planning on taking her to the shelter.  Bubba and Mr. Whiskers graciously agreed to be a foster home for her instead.  And, we all fell in love with her right away.  She is orange, a darker shade than Bubba, and has more white than he does as well.  She runs, a lot, and plays, a lot, and is pretty much on the move all of the time.  Occasionally the boys will wrestle with her but, for the most part, we all sit back and watch her entertain us…

Her original name was Chloe but we have just been calling her the ‘baby girl’ or ‘baby kitty’ for now.  Considering other names or whether she really wants to be called Chloe…