We are pleased to have the cats from Our Church Cat Family with us today. Welcome, Chopin, Tinker, Anastasia and Bridget.
Funny Farmer Felines: Please introduce yourselves and your human.
Chopin: Hi, I’m a rescued Maine Coon who came to the shelter when they decided to name the new kitties after composers. I’m the only kitty who talks with his paw, along with talking to myself, convincing Mom Julie there is inspiration to be found in feedings, eavesdropping and catnip.
Tinker: So often people confuse Chopin and me ’cause we look so much alike with our white face patches. (draws himself up to his full height) However, I’m the thinker and philosopher, wise beyond my nine lives. I’m a rescue kitty, too, thankfully kept from the clutches of a woman in Rhode Island, landing in my present home instead.
Anastasia: I have a face patch, too, but don’t you think for one minute, Tinker, that I look like you! I am part Coon, as well, but of royal lineage. I have traveled, enjoyed globe-trotting junkets and can converse with anyone. Surrendered under the most unfortunate of circumstances, I was thankfully rescued and regularly hear the Miss America theme song and am supplied both crown and roses on each occasion.
Bridget: I thought you all would never get to me! Now, I can’t think! (Chopin whispers something about chicken.) Oh, I was brought home from a transfer station as a kitten where a nice man fed my mother, brothers and sisters chicken and where I learned to spell “rotisserie”. I’m the one without a face patch. Instead, I have a bunch of colors I’ve been told are really pretty!
Chopin: Now, about mom Julie: She’s a writer and floofcomber. We all came about because five years ago she fell in love with church cats. She had a big old Maine Coon and decided he was the perfect holy man. Purrs and all, she turned him into Father Tom, the parish cat for Temptation of Christ Parish, which fortunately doesn’t exist, because if it did, she’d have a lot of explaining to do.
Anyway, she thought he rated a blog and off they went. After his passing from cancer, she adopted another kitty with that very same white face patch, and he became Tom the Second; but, unfortunately, fate had its plans for him, too. That was really hard.
In all of this grief, she wanted to dedicate her work, the parish and my present cat family to the memories of a couple of really awesome kitties.
Funny Farmer Felines: How did you come to live together?
Tinker: Lottery. Homeless and defenseless, we drew wild cards and here we are.
Funny Farmer Felines: Tell us a little about the area where you live.
Anastasia: We live near the Chesapeake Bay with all of its fish and crabs.
Bridget: We try not to be crabby, though.
Funny Farmer Felines: Do you have any nicknames?
Chopin: Oh-ho! You asked a loaded question! Some I can share and some are just downright rude, so we can’t share those.
Bridget: Tinker’s always been the Big Puss, a lot of cat for anybody’s money and Chopin here is Chopie-poo.. “poo” is added to all of our names.
Funny Farmer Felines: What kind of mischief do you like to get into, either separately or together?
Chopin: Paws down – hairball hurls!!
Funny Farmer Felines: Are you cats on any social media or belong to the Cat Scouts, or participate in any blogging events?
Anastasia: We’re pretty low-key. Tinker lost his license, so we can’t hang out by the beach with other cats. We connect on social media, though. Not the same, but we actually have more friends that way.
Funny Farmer Felines: If we were to ask your mom what she loves best about you, what do you think she would say?
Tinker: She loves everything about us. It’s a scream! No matter what we do, she thinks we’re perfect – the handsomest, prettiest (for the girl kitties), and smartest cats on the planet. We don’t have the heart to tell her about Bridgie. She takes things from mom’s purse and tries to sell them on eBay.