Hello! My name is Muldur. That's my brother, Spook. Say hello to the people, Spook.

Go 'way!



No!

Don’t go!

Stay and play with me!



<sigh> And that’s Rian, the newest addition to the household. I suggest ignoring her until she’s grown up. That’s what I do.

Our human, Diane, has put up this homepage for us. If you want to find out about her, click on the link at the bottom of the page.


History

All of us were orphans originally. Spook and I were dumped by some nasty humans along with our brother (who adopted a different human) on the streets when we were just kittens. The brat--

I am not a brat!

Yes you are. You’ve been a brat since that night you hid under the shed in the backyard and yowled until Diane came out to look for you. How old were you then, anyway?

I was only eight weeks old.
And it was lonely out there!
And then Diane tricked me
into that nasty live-trap--

And took you to the Humane Society. Yes, I know. Now go chase a bug or something. I’m trying to tell our story.

Four years before Diane decided to let that noisy little brat come back to stay with us instead of leaving her at the Humane Society where she belonged, she found Spook and myself there, and took us home.
She had another cat then, named Tuppence, but Tuppence ran away shortly after we arrived.
She’d been a stray before Diane found her, so I guess she decided that was better than having to compete with us. Personally, I can’t imagine anyone preferring life on the streets to a nice soft couch to shed on and all the Science Diet you can eat, but she apparently did.

Diane was really unhappy for a while, but I did my "cute kitten" trick a lot and that seemed to cheer her up eventually.

Before she left, Tuppence told us that when she’d arrived in the household, Diane had had another cat, named Mischief (Mis for short).

She died of a nasty neurological condition when she was 9 years old. Diane took her to the UW Vet Hospital and everything, but the cat neurologist couldn’t help her.


Tuppence also said Diane had a lovebird back then. Not to eat-- actually as a pet, which seems very strange to me, but it must be true because here’s a picture of it sitting on Diane’s hand. Its name was Brody. It died when it was about 2 years old.



And about a year before Mis came to live with Diane-- long before they moved to Wisconsin-- Diane saved Sabra from the pound after her previous owner abandoned her and her two kittens there.
Sabra was a purebred Siamese.
She's sitting on Diane's lap in this picture.

They did find humans for the kittens to adopt, too.


Pictures



This is Spook when we were about 12 weeks old, right after Diane adopted us.

He still lurks a lot, but he was really big on hiding back then. Sometimes Diane wouldn’t see him for days if she didn’t crawl under the stairs and drag him out.


And here’s another picture of Rian the week she came to stay with us.

She was only about 9 weeks old then.

And this is Spook and me when we were six months old.






This is a picture of me on Diane's antique quilt.






This is Spook the day before Rian arrived.











And this is me, of course.







Friends

Matisse and LeStat
Ophelia
Nimir & Caramel


Links to Neat Stuff

The Museum of NonPrimate Art is the only museum we've ever found that treats our species' art with the respect it deserves. Although I'm not sure about some of those so-called "cat dancers"... some of them look more like unwilling victims to me.

And if you're having trouble with an obnoxious new kitten in the house, check out the Feline Behavior Hotline.

We'll be adding more stuff to the webpage, now that we've started on it. Keep checking for more links, pictures, and updates!


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 Last updated 11/7/00