Meet the Clan - Luna

Luna was my very first kitty. I always wanted a cat as a kid, but my parents were allergic. So, I graduated from college, I packed up, I moved 200 miles away, and I got a cat. Actually...more like inherited a cat. But first, the vital stats.

Name: Luna

AKA: Lunabell

Age: Not really sure...somewhere in the neighborhood of 5 years. Secretly, all vets think I'm stupid, because I have no idea how old this cat is, or why she is so tiny. (More on that in a second). 

Weight: 4 pounds. Yes, you read this correctly.


Okay, on with the story of Luna.

My boyfriend's mother is a great lover of felines. All manner of felines. Several years ago, I came up to visit, and there were no less than 20 cats living on the front porch, and she fed them whatever kitchen scraps she happened to have. Most of these cats were completely 100% feral, and not interested in humans other than as a source of food. But there was one tiny little black cat, who would rub the ankles of anyone who walked by and purr. So I took her. And I named her Luna.

I love this cat. She was my sidekick during a really tough period of my life. [Side note: this blog is not about me. Not really. It's about the cats. They are far more entertaining.] Luna is snuggly and sweet...and a total, complete airhead. Often I look at her, and I can just hear the elevator music in her head. (More on this in future posts. Stay tuned.)

I attribute her lack of IQ to the copious amounts of inbreeding in her genetic lineage. And the fact that she grew up on a porch, eating random food. This also explains her passionate and unending love of cheese. That cat would walk across a pit of hungry piranhas for a crumb of cheese.


For now, we will leave it at back. Tomorrow...the story of Artemis.

Love & Tuna!