Meet My Kids


This is Misty :

Age : 12 years old
Breed : Lynx-Point Siamese
Gender : Female
Estimated DOB : April 14, 2005

I brought Misty home on May 30, 2005, which just happened to be the day before my 43rd birthday. Misty was just 5 weeks old and by far the smallest kitten I had ever seen. The farmer who had her told me that she was the runt of the litter. He suggested that I pick another kitten and let nature have its way with the runt. He said she probably wouldn’t live for a week after I took her home, but my mind was made up. This was the kitten I wanted and that was that. It may sound a bit strange, but this kitten had a sort of magnetic attraction for me. She was the first kitten I picked up in the farmer’s barn.

Misty, the little runt that I brought home is now almost 12 years old. She is a bit overweight, but she is otherwise quite healthy.




And her playmate Johnny :

Age : 12 years old
Breed : Rose-Point Siamese / Tabby mix
Gender : Male
Estimated DOB : July 21, 2005

I brought Johnny home on November 17, 2005 as a playmate for Misty. Someone actually ducted taped Johnny into a black plastic garbage bag and threw him out the window of a mini-van in front of the casino in Cass Lake, Minnesota. A couple that was behind the van throught that it was somebody tossing their trash out. The stopped and picked up the bag planning on returning it to the van driver in the parking lot. However, when they realized that the package was alive, they took him to the Beltrami Humane Society in Bemidji, Minnesota.

Johnny was 5 months old when I brought him home. I figured that there would be an adjustment period for he and Misty. When I got him home and let him out of the carrier, he hissed at Misty, Misty hissed at him, and almost immediately after that they were playing like they had been together all their lives. They made the perfect couple as far as cats go. I had the same attraction with Johnny as I did with Misty. It felt like we were meant to be together. And at all most 12 years old, Johnny is still a little fireball of energy.

By the way, something I almost forgot. The people at the shelter where I got Johnny had named him Button. I’m not sure if that was because they thought he was as cute as a button, or if it was because he would try to eat the buttons off of my shirts.