The Cats of Weedy Acres
For many years now, my home has been open to the unwanted kitties that have been dumped off here, or ones I came upon who needed a bit of TLC. Some have lived long lives, some shorter but all have had a good life here on the farm. I will never turn my back on a animal in distress but I no longer take in new kitties. It is someone else's turn now. Here are a few of their stories. I wish more people would spay and neuter their animals and then there won't be as many stories too tell. All of my animals are spayed and neutered. We have a running joke around here, you don't stay long or you end up at the vets. Adopt from shelters.

Harris the trouble maker, but my buddy. His favorite place is on my shoulders. A lady driving to work saw him walking along the side of the road nearing a busy corner. She stopped, and asked the business on the corner, a auto body shop, if it was theirs. They pointed her in my direction. But he was not mine until then... He was 4 weeks old, dirty and skinny. Didn't take long for him to feel at home. And they don't forget. The auto body shop was called "Harris Auto Body"... so Harris just seemed to fit.

Banjo kitty came to Weedy Acres in 1997. He was a kitten at the time making his way from house to house, in my parents neighborhood. One night he appeared at my parents door and knowing he was a wandering kitty they suggested he come to my house. How could I resisted that face. He got his name from the strong dark gray strips running along his sides. And I have always liked the banjo. So Banjo it is.

He is very friendly but beware of rubbing his belly when he asked you to, he will sooner grab you to play. He likes to play rough.

Gracie Don't know where she came from, she just appear around the corner of one of the out buildings. She was sneaking around to grab food. Tiny thing, and no tail. Never had a cat without a tail. It took the full weekend to finally catch up to her. It was October and with the chilly nights a 7 or 8 week old kitten couldn't stay out alone. I brought her in for the first night. This photo is from that very first night when I went looking for her and found her hiding spot as she peeked out from my old quit on the bed. Today she is still a small cat, but full of it. She makes up for not having a tail with her personality. She loves her butt scratched and she is really good hunter.

PICCADILLY A sweet cat. The kind of cat you can pick up and hug. But her favorite thing to do is ride in the wheel borrow. If she hears it, she is there. Often she jumps in before it is loaded and we play this back and forth game of me setting her out while I try to load. She was a delight. She also liked to good pose, she liked to check out the camera.

ABRACADABRA was a mystery cat. I always wanted a long haired white cat. I came home late one afternoon and there on my back step sat a long haired white cat. That's why his name was Abracadabra. I picked him up, looked for a collar and tag, but there wasn't any. He just moved in. Months went by and one day he was gone. It was so strange, no signs of where he went. Assuming he left as he came I will always have fond memories and pictures of my long haired white cat. He must have been passing through.

BLUEBELLE came from a rental house in town. She was left behind when the people moved. She had not been feed in days. How people can do such things is beyond me. A small slender cat, very skittish. But so dependent on just knowing I was there. As you see in the photo she would hided in things. This picture was late at night. I had gone outside to check on everyone before turning in, and I saw the water can move. I jumped a mile. Since this is country, anything could be in there. So I walked over to it and before I had a chance to push it with my foot, Bluebelle stuck her head out. I told her to stay put and ran for the camera. She was a good girl.


I well add more photos and stories when time permits. Check back often.