Thacoolestcats

Post 2/7/12

The Beginning

Twenty pounds reagular for a cat? Nahhh. But for my cats, its beyond regular. My cats are certified lions ready to kick some butt, and this is the story of how they came to be!

My little Cat at the time was named kitty, my family and I weren’t feeling real creative. We tried to come up with something that our cat could actually come too. But cats are too stubborn and don’t come to anything; they just do whatever they please. Anyways, Kitty was a little Maine Coon about 10 or 12 pounds, and about a year old. She was a pretty chill cat; had her crazy moments, but most of the time just kinda kicked it. She would find the highest spots in the house and lounge there. On that May Day she was strolling the premises of our backyard; minding her own business. She found a place to kick it on my porch which was right next to my window; where my friends and I were playing Lego’s. Unexpectedly another cat appeared. This was no cat though; this was lion. Its rugged hair was dreaded along its heavy body, with massive whiskers, and yellow spotted eyes. A house cat we thought? Hell no. This thing was huge, and its orange hair seemed to glow. The lion or tom cat (or whatever you would like to call it) took one look at my little munchkin of a cat and pounced. Its movements seemed to shake the house due to the cats’ irregular and unreal amount of weight. Then the beast stopped, and seemed to get acquainted with my cat. They took a couple of swifts of each other and just stared. And then the last thing I thought would ever happen, happened. The beast crashed on top of kitty, and well you can use your imagination for the rest. WE SCREAMED with our little sheltered mines running wild. And began running around the house screaming and laughing uncontrollably.

This traumatizing event to my little fourth grade mind showed me nature. Sex ED class was no longer necessary. I already knew all about it. Thanks to the lion like cat that showed up on my porch that sunny warm May Day, while my friends and I were playing Lego’s. I can still remember my dad cussing and closing the blinds after seeing that, and my mom pulling up on the driveway where they were stationed for a time. My mom could have run them over, and those damn cats would not have moved a muscle; they were in the zone. That lion cat than created 6 more little lion babies; who would grow up to control the Monarch court (My neighborhood). My dad wanted to keep one kitten, but my Mom wanted to keep two. Thus we kept two. We named them George and Gary Garfield. Kitty is now named Mama Kitty. That’s how the creation of the Family lions came to be about.

Tune in for the next one!

Cheers!

Here’s some pics of the creations..