09/25/2026
The story about the cat with no name:
Every farm has to have a barn cat or two, or five, right? Well, meet Black Kitty here. She and her sister, Grey Kitty, live very happily here on our farm-ļæ¼ along with some other spoiled cats. They werenāt supposed to though. See, nine years ago, or about that, our sons were on a Trail Life sleepover at their leaderās farm, where they found two kittens abandoned by their mama. It appears the mama had had an unfortunate incident with a coyote. Of courseļæ¼, my boys thought, why not bring them home and take care of them? We have all the goat milk in the world to feed them with! And so they did. These kittens were so tiny, mind you, that their eyes and ears were still closed. Our middle son, Jakob, took it upon himself to care for these kittens and fedļæ¼ them and cleaned them regularly. They grew healthy and strong on the goat milk they were being bottle fed with. Yet the whole time, I told my son not to get too attached. I told him we didnāt need any more cats, that we had plenty already. So I told him, do not name them. If you name them, you will get attached. Instead, letās work on finding them a home. So we did. Within a few months we thought we had a home for them, until one fateful morning. See, the black kitten and gray kitten were strong and a bit older now and absolutely loved to play. Unfortunately, they thought playing in the kitchen was a good idea, and the black kitten bumped into a large loaf of soap I had made, causing it to fall on her. It severely broke her back leg and hip. She ended up needing surgery, which took her quite a bit of time to recover from. She also had a reaction at the surgical site and the pin placed in her hip loosened, causing more complications. ļæ¼ All in all, it took her a good few months at least to recover. A good number of vet visits as well. In doing all of that hands on time with her, we fell head over heels in love with her (well, my son was already in love with her. But it took all of this doctoring to get me on board!). So the kitty with no name became Black Kitty-the most expensive free cat weāve ever owned ā lol! Of course, her sister, Grey Kitty, is still with us as well. We couldnāt just keep one and not the other, could we? And so, nine or so years later, Black Kitty explores our farm, follows us around when we do our chores, warms my lap on cold rainy days, ļæ¼and actively begs for our attention as if she were a dog- without even a hint of a limp. And Grey Kitty slumbers inside, being a bit of the lazier of the two.
Who needs a name to prove youāre loved anyway? I think Black Kitty suits her just fine!ā¤ļøšāā¬
