They aren’t really my co-workers (I call them this because I work from home) but they are more like my “fur-babies.” AND yes I’m talking about my cats!

Meet Swiper:

Swiper McSwiper

I got Swiper for my birthday almost 5 years ago. She was a very VERY difficult baby and for good reason. Unbeknownst to my fiancee and I this little Easter baby was eating the easter basket grass out of the little easter basket that she loved to play/sleep in as a baby.

My Easter Baby

We didn’t have the faintest clue that her constant grumpy attitude and dislike of petting (this is how she acquired the name Swiper) was a result of eating 2 staples, an elastic band and a handful of plastic. Fast forward to her first birthday and its time to get her spayed. The vet called us in a bit of a panic to say “She was so viscous that we couldn’t examine her until she was under. Now that we have examined her we felt her stomach and decided to do X-rays. In the X-rays its apparent her stomach is full of something, we can’t tell what exactly cause its so full but we can see a staple. Should we go ahead and do surgery to remove the blockage?” This being my only pet at the time it didn’t take us long to decide that the surgery was necessary. Two days later when I went to pick her up the receptionist slid a bag across the counter and said “Would you like to keep this?” Inside the bag was a little more than a handful of familiar purple plastic, 2 staples and the infamous elastic band. Needless to say I declined in keeping the disgusting mess. Swiper healed fine and is now a much calmer cat but still full of attitude.

My Old Work Cat

Meet Beans:

My Baby Beans

We had so many problems with Swiper we almost decided to never get another cat again but something funny was happening. About two years ago (two years after her surgery) Swiper was SO strangely jealous of me. She was my fiancee’s girlfriend as far as she was concerned which meant biting, scratching, and attacking me at any chance she got (ALTHOUGH this never made me love her any less.) so it was decided she really just needed a friend. The timing was perfect as a women who worked with my fiancee and also lives on a farm had a litter of kittens.

Beans Is A Dirty Barn Cat... but I love her!

When my fiance went to pick up our newest family member the farmer told him the story about how when she was just 2 weeks old the Ol’Guard dog took it upon himself to scoop up my future kitten and run off with her. The mother cat was having none of this and chased the dog down hissed in his face, bopped him on the nose, retrieved her baby and strutted back to the farm. My little kitty was almost dog food. When my fiancee finally went to the barn to get Beaner (as I often call her) she was scampering in and out and all around the cattle in the barn as if to have no clue one could stomp her out at any second. This little filthy white cat (who smelt like a barn HENCE her name Beans) came home with us to stay and is the cuddly friendly cat I’ve always wanted.

My Dirty Nosed Baby

So these are my babies. I don’t have any children of my own and I work from home so most days they are the only “people” I see from 8 am to 5 pm.

My Work Cats

I love them as if they were my own blood and even when I’m frustrated with their bad habits (Beans sheds like mad and Swiper cries to go outside) I wouldn’t change them for the world. I wanted to write this post to show that I do understand a love of animals because I can admit I LOVE them too! I’m currently in a year long nagging war for a puppy…. I’ll keep you posted as to how that turns out!

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