The kittens have defeated me.

See the trap-resistant scoundrels in the picture? I can’t catch them without creating a destructive fuss. I want them to be tame….to give me nose bumps as I catch them and take them to the vet.

My home has become their home. They are no trouble. I bought automated litter boxes, and they no longer ask for fat-rich kitten food. If they were fixed, neutered or spayed, they could spend their days playing in the yard.

May May was once MAGA. “Where did all these immigrant kittens come from? Deport them then CLOSE THE BORDER!!”

Now May May has discovered the kittens are playmates. They sleep together. They play together. May May comes to me when she wants my kind of cuddles, but she has her new friends…she is gleefully never lonely.

My home has six cats…that is over my limit. But all six are rescued. Shelby, the first, prefers to guard our front door by sleeping under the fig tree. In bad weather, she comes inside and naps on the piano.

Daisy, the second, eats her food outside and always goes with Puppy and me to check the mail, but Daisy prefers to watch our door from outside and only joins us when we work outside. In foul weather, Daisy becomes an indoor cat.

When the weather is good, the little black mama cat spends about 8 hours per day outside. Like Shelby and Daisy, she stays nearby, but unlike Shelby and Daisy, she wants to be near me. She is my quiet friend.

On a sunny day, I have four indoor cats. On rainy days, my indoor cat population swells to seven. With two automatic litter boxes…that is manageable.

Does this make me a Cat Lady? Remember all of these cats are rescued…I didn’t go asking for a cat.