Tuesday, April 2, 2013

A to Z Challenge: Bad Boy Booty (Booty is My Cat)

I've decided on a theme: introduction
I've decided to use at least two words for each A to Z entry, and each one will use the letter of the day to begin every single word in the title. Today's letter is the only exception, although the words in parentheses are not meant to be part of the title.

The problem was that some people may think the entry is adult-themed, which is not the case. Booty is simply a kitty name, and has to do with the white boots on his feet. Granted, Booty also has the biggest booty because he's the largest.

Letters reserved for my pets
I also need to explain that I have set aside seven letters for my pets. One letter will cover two pets. Yes, that means that I have eight pets.


Why I have so many pets
A few months ago, I had just one dog. Then a beautiful starving kitty found me, and stole my heart. I fed her some food, but she continued to starve. Then I found the six babies she had brought into my yard!

I originally planned to tame them as much as I could, then find homes for all of them, with the exception of the mama MissKitty. But something happens when you tame a kitty. It runs up to you with a cute little look on its face, ready to be held and cared for. I just couldn't do it. I had to keep them all.

They are all outdoor cats, but they each had to come inside for a couple of weeks after being spayed and neutered. But they love it! I have 3/4 of an acre, so there are plenty of fun places to play, and trees to climb.


Bad Boy Booty!
Booty is especially rambunctious, cutting in on any playtime between any of the other kitties. For example, the little girls may be playing around a little, and Booty will run up and knock them both over.

It's the same with snuggling. If the other kitties are snuggling, and he wants in on it, he'll basically sit on top of them, right in the middle.

He's also the only kitty that tries to bite and scratch me sometimes. In some ways, he's the tamest of the kitties, but not always. If you pet him when he's not in the mood, he'll stick his little claws right in your finger!



Loving Booty
Yep, he's a bad boy, but I love him. He has his sweet moments, and he's got a cute little face that I just can't resist loving.

18 comments:

  1. Sounds like a full house you have there! And a fun house at that. How could you possibly resist a mama and her kitties? Well, you just couldn't.

    Good luck on your A - Z Blogging Challenge. I'm playing along this month, too ~

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    1. Well, at least they are outside, and not actually running around in the house. I don't think I'd be able to keep up with them if that were the case. :) Thanks for stopping by!

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  2. Cute Booty! I'm doing a dog theme for my A-Z challenge...sort of the same, but different :-)

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    1. It will be the same on one day, when I talk about my dog. That will be letter "L" :)

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    1. And to think my cat limit used to be zero. At least they are outside. :)

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  4. Fun read and neat pics of your cat

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    1. Thanks! I have more pictures of them than I knew what to do with... until now. :)

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    1. Thank you! He's got a great personality too. :)

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  6. Love your cat. =^.^= Made my day, my 12 year old tux has been missing six weeks and it just made me smile so much to read this and see the pictures, thank you sharing the feline love!

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    1. Aww, I hope he comes back home to you! Thanks for stopping by.

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  7. Love Booty, lucky cat and kittens, bet they are giving you much pleasure. Well done for rescuing them:) Happy A to Z.

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    1. Thank you very much. It would have been simply impossible for me not to help these sweet babies.

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  8. Some of the best loved cats (and pets in general) are the bad boys (or girls). Our own Jack has some real *tricky* behaviors that make it hard to love him sometimes, but still - he is a member of the family. Our old big Russian blue, Wulfrick, also had some interesting quirks that would get him labeled as a definite bad boy, but he was my first love as a cat - and always will be!

    Chuck
    A-Z blogging at http://valleyoftheoldones.blogspot.com/

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    1. It's always easy to fall in love with a bad boy! haha!

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  9. Kristen,

    I've had six cats at one time. Now I am down to three because of old age. I'm glad that you decided to keep all the cats. I would have too, no question.

    I acquired two of my boys because the mama cat brought them over into our yard when they were two months old. Someone dropped off her mother originally, and once the kittens were born, mama kitty adoipted us in the neighborhood. She was wild, but would come to eat and such. We never could catch her to get her spayed, so of course she had kittens, in the shed next door.

    Anyway, one was born dead and she brought it over and put it on the back mat, thinking we would fix it, I guess. The three that ended up in the yard were so cute, but very wild. They really entertained us out there playing, and it was nice to be part of the education they got from mama kitty.

    She taught them to hunt, etc. She would gather them into a circle and talk to them. Afterward, she would leave the yard, and sometimes they would follow her and sometimes not. I'm sure she was giving them instructions one way or the other.

    The only female ended up getting hit by a car. One of the boys disappeared shortly after and came back four days later with a broken leg. I have no idea how he got over our six-foot fence. Cats are amazing because I know he was in a lot of pain. Of course this was a Friday night, so we had to wait until Mon to take him to the vet. We made him as comfortable as we could under a bush in the yard.

    He ended up needing a pin in his leg, etc. We brought him inside after the surgery. And finally I caught his brother and brought him in too. Mama kitty had disappeared, but we had a brat living behind us who would shoot bee-bees at us when we were outside. He said he was going to kill the cats. I think he probably had something to do with her disappearance. We never found out.

    Anyway, poor starving or injured cats always ended up at our doorstep when we lived in CA. Now that I'm living in the desert, I have only rescued one who had a broken jaw. She was barely six-weeks old and so tiny. She is an angel, but very feisty and always into something, being quite the daredevil. I love her to pieces!

    Sunni

    http://sunni-survivinglife.blogspot.com/

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    1. Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear about the sad moments. I'm glad you also have plenty of happy moments though. I feel very lucky with my kitties. I didn't know anything about cats before, and my cat-people friends seemed so surprised that all the kittens were healthy.

      It's because the mama was already so tame (probably kicked out when she got pregnant), and she was starving herself by ensuring her babies got plenty of food, even if she wasn't. She was catching enormous rabbits that were bigger than she was, jumping over a six foot fence with it in her mouth.

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