Musings from the CatPack: The new CatPack!

As many of you know, I own a couple of cats. Wait, scratch that. A couple of cats own me. When we had LittleCat, they became the CatPack, but with LittleCat’s sudden disappearance (he got out the front door one night and we still have no idea how), it didn’t seem right to call them the Catpack.

Until now. Meet Tigger; my mother’s blind cat, and Fluffy. I refer to them as Tiggs and Da Fluffernutter. We are again a CatPack. Cool thing is, they’re all the same family. Master Brown is the father of Miss Molly, Tigger and Fluff. The first batch of kittens we had with their mother, Sadie, there were only three kittens. My mother took the boys and we kept Molly because Sithboy liked her. Now they’re all back together and the fur flies on a daily basis. Well, three are Maine Coons so that part is inevitable no matter what.

I still miss LittleCat. He was my baby, my snuggle-kitty. When I sat down on the couch, there he was curling up in the crook of my arm. I hope where ever he is, he’s happy.

All hail the new CatPack!

Tigger (Tiggs)

Tigger (Tiggs)

Miss Molly

Fluffy (Da Fluffernutter)

Master Brown

Master Brown



M.I.A LittleCat.


About Darke Conteur
Darke Conteur is a writer at the mercy of her Muse. The author of stories in several genres, she prefers to create within the realms Science Fiction and Dark Fantasy. A pagan at heart, her personal goal it to find her balance within nature; exploring the dark through her stories and the light through her beliefs. When not writing or working with crystals, she enjoys knitting, gardening, cooking and very loud music.

4 Responses to Musings from the CatPack: The new CatPack!

  1. rdbach315 says:

    We had Fred and Ginger. They were siblings – altho Fred was the older, from a prior litter – and he was very protective of her. One night, Fred didn’t come home and when Ginger did she immediately ran to hide under the bed. We got her out realized she was in distress, and took her to the Vet. The Vet found claw marks on her abdomen, as if she had been grabbed by a large raptor. She healed, and we surmised that Ginger had been attacked by the raptor, that Fred had come to her defense, and that he had been carried off instead. We still miss him, and we believe that Ginger does, too.

  2. Hopefully if LittleCat was a snuggle kitty maybe another family took him in. We took in a stray one icy January night. He lived with us for 18 years.

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