For the Love of Stray Felines - The Crazy Cat Lady Gets Crazier and I Don't Care

"One Eye"

I did not have a picture of "One Eye". This is the closest I could come. "One Eye" was fatter with more gray-brown hair. We forever hold this fine daddy cat in our hearts. RIP "One Eye".
I did not have a picture of "One Eye". This is the closest I could come. "One Eye" was fatter with more gray-brown hair. We forever hold this fine daddy cat in our hearts. RIP "One Eye".
"Angel" at six weeks of age. We love you, RIP Angel, 2012. Died from Respiratory Arrest in our arms.
"Angel" at six weeks of age. We love you, RIP Angel, 2012. Died from Respiratory Arrest in our arms.

The Best Kitty Daddy, "One Eye"

If you have not read my article on the Crazy Cat Lady please read it before sinking your teeth in this second article about the craziness of owning felines. I am considered a Crazy Cat Lady and the craziness continues. In between owning a family of felines, Grandma Beebe, her four kits, Bitzy, Jimmy, Vesta, and Pudge, her son and daughter in law Silly and their six grandkids Shadow, Diamond, Elly, Ebby, Doc and Wyatt, our family nurtured and took in some stray kits along the way.

This Crazy Cat Lady could not turn down a kitty in need. We have had some strays that refused to be taken in so we just fed them a nutritious meal every day and sent them on their way until the next day when they returned for their daily hand out. However, there were some great felines that wanted in to stay, so we took them to the vets for a check up and gave them a home if they passed the test and did not carry anything that would harm our family.

Some of these beautiful creatures were abandoned and left to fend for themselves when the neighbors moved away. I do not know to this day and will never understand the cruelty of people towards animals, it makes no sense to me. Consider the world we live in today and the increase in violence of one human being towards another, human beings have no consideration towards one another much less our animals. Our focus was to try to make a difference in these lovable animals and I think I did, but my husband strictly reminds me, "We cannot save them all," I realize this but find it heartbreaking indeed, and continue to do what I can do.

One kitty that I must give honorable mention to, we named "One Eye". He reminded me of a rough and tough sailor who had been in many fights throughout the years, and even lost one eye in a ruckus sometime in the past. I pictured him as that sailor who had a girl in every port he sailed through. One eye was very smart and had a soft heart of gold. My heart aches and tears fall for "One Eye", I know that someday I will be able to hug this wonderful kitty again.

"One Eye" would come to our back door twice a day for food. He did not look healthy and I was afraid that he would pass something on to our healthy cats so I never let him in the house. "One Eye" came around for about five years and never changed much. I truly did not expect him to last the next year and the one reason why I never took him to the doctors was that I was sure the doctor would put him down and I did not what that for him. I wanted him to be able to wander and enjoy the outdoors for as long as he was able to enjoy the fresh air and hear the birds sing.

Every winter my husband and son built "One Eye" a house made out of cardboard boxes, one attached to another so that he could bury himself deep inside where there were piled a bunch of blankets to keep him warm. His food and water went inside also and everything was tucked into the back of our porch. I know that "One Eye" appreciated all we did for him. I also kept a supply of feline antibiotics on hand and when I saw symptoms of a cold he would get some antibiotics and that would make him better.

I think that the good nutritious diet and warmth of a place to stay helped him last longer than suspected. One day I opened the back door to greet "One Eye" for his morning meal and following behind him was the cutest baby bangle kitten which looked to be about six weeks old. She was the spitting image of her daddy "One Eye". As I held the door open the baby made it to up the five steps to the door and stood there with her daddy. "One Eye" looked at me and at his baby and meowed a couple of times and the baby hoped through the door and stayed with us for the next 16-years. "Angel" was her name and it was obvious that he brought her to us hoping we would give her a home. "One Eye" would continue to visit us for the following three years until one winter day, my husband felt this kitty would not make it another winter, so he took "One Eye" to the animal shelter. As my husband was going inside with "One Eye" an old farmer remarked that he may adopt "One Eye" and take him home. We do not know if the farmer did or not or if our kitty was put down due to health reasons, all I can say is that my heart ached for "One Eye" and I regret that I did not take the chance on a vet call a few years prior, but I was afraid the vet would put him down and I did not want to take the chance.

"Angel" passed away in 2012 from respiratory arrest. She passed away in my arms. RIP "Angel" until we meet again. I loved this special kitty and will forever remember her and her daddy "One Eye."

"Sweet Pea"

"Sweet Pea" and my daughter clicked. This kitty preferred to be with my daughter and became her kitty for the next 16-years.  She passed away in 2013 from kidney failure. RIP "Sweet Pea".
"Sweet Pea" and my daughter clicked. This kitty preferred to be with my daughter and became her kitty for the next 16-years. She passed away in 2013 from kidney failure. RIP "Sweet Pea".

"Sweet Pea"

It was about this time that a very pregnant little black kitty we named "Miss Black" started coming around for her meals. When the weather started to get colder we made a bed for "Miss Black" in our basement. We made sure she had plenty of the good cat food and water. One day, "Miss Black" delivered her litter of three babies, and two were dead, one tiny black and white baby lived, but "Miss Black" had no interest in feeding her. She would sit in a stupor and not respond when we called her name as she did before the babies were born.

We took "Miss Black" to the doctors along with her surviving baby and the doctor told us she had irreversible anemia and would have to be put to sleep. Her baby however was healthy. My daughter and I fed "Sweet Pea" with a bottle until she could feed herself. I would take "Sweet Pea" to work and the nurses took turns feeding her, her bottle, every day that I had to work.

"Sweet Pea" attached herself to my daughter, they just seemed to click together and when my daughter married and moved to her own home, she took "Sweet Pea" with her. This kitty was devoted only to my daughter and was a lovely pet. "Sweet Pea" passed away in 2014 from kidney failure. RIP "Sweet Pea."

"Willy" was a She!

"Willy" deserved the name she held for 16-years due to her amazing will to live. "Willy" passed away from renal failure in 2012.  RIP "Willy" you were an amazing kitty and loved greatly.
"Willy" deserved the name she held for 16-years due to her amazing will to live. "Willy" passed away from renal failure in 2012. RIP "Willy" you were an amazing kitty and loved greatly.

When "Willy" Became "Wilhelmina"

Soon after "Sweet Pea" come into our lives so did "Willy" later known as " Wilhelmina." My son-in-law adopted "Willy", my daughter's soon to be husband. "Willy" has a unique story to tell. One summer morning I was getting ready for work. The days had been very hot, near the 100-degree mark. That morning I heard what sounded like a crow coming from the back yard. I took a quick look around, but I could not see anything, so shut the door and went to work.

I got home that afternoon about 5:00 PM and went to open the back door for some air. I heard this crow sounding again. It was relentless. At this moment, I had the time to walk around the yard and take a thorough look. When I lifted up a tree branch lying on the ground I found a newborn baby kitty with the umbilical cord still attached to the cat and wrapped around that tree branch. I was shocked to find this baby and realized it had been there all day in the heat. My heart ached. I cut the cord, took the kitty in the house, got the baby bottle, and fed it a bit of cat milk. This cat drank really well.

When my soon to be son-in-law walked in with my daughter, he sat in awe of this tiny creature and its will to survive all obstacles of the day. He wanted to raise the baby. He said, "I never had the opportunity to take care of anything so needy," and asked if he could have this kitty. Between my daughter and her, soon to be husband they did the bottlefeeding and raising of this pet and named him "Willy", due to its strong will to live. During the next week, they took this kitty for a checkup and found out y found out that "Willy" was actually a "Wilhelmina", however the name "Willy" stuck with this cat for the next 16-years. "Willy" passed away in 2012 from renal failure. RIP "Willy".

Our Beloved "Pip"

"Pippy" we love you and miss you so much. RIP Pip, December 24, 2014. Died from a left side brain tumor.
"Pippy" we love you and miss you so much. RIP Pip, December 24, 2014. Died from a left side brain tumor.

"Pippy Long Stockings"

"Pippy Long stocking" was a rescue kitty by my son-in-law. My son-in-law, Jay was working at a large factory one year. Woods surrounded this factory. On a short walk one evening "Pippy", about one year of age came running out of the woods and up to Jay wanting attention. He stroked her head and she continued to follow him until he had to get in his car and go home. This is when "Pip" started to run after the car. Jay saw "Pip" in his mirror and stopped the car and she jumped into the car. Jay and my daughter thus inherited a new kitty. They had "Pip" for about a year and could no longer keep her so the 'Crazy Cat Lady took "Pippy". She made her home with us for the next 17-years. "Pip" was healthy all her life until she started having serious seizures in December 2014. We made the decision to send "Pip" to the Rainbow Bridge to meet the rest of her brothers and sisters. We loved "Pip" and she took another piece of our hearts.

How Can People Be So Cruel?

"Sami" knew where to come for help. Cats know where they are accepted and loved. "Sami" apparently had no doubts that our family would treat him well and accept him in our home. We love you "Sam".
"Sami" knew where to come for help. Cats know where they are accepted and loved. "Sami" apparently had no doubts that our family would treat him well and accept him in our home. We love you "Sam".

"Sami Two Steps"

Do not ask me why or how we come up with these names. The names just come to us and sticks like glue to the kitties we have taken in.

One evening about 12-years ago as my husband and I returned from the grocery store and started to park the car in the driveway, sat a black and white cat about two years of age. His name was "Sami". "Sami" belonged to Mrs. Pike three houses down the street from our home. "Sami" was very hungry and had a fair amount of automobile oil on his white back. Mrs. Pike had her porch lights on so I went to her house to find out way "Sami" was in such a state.

A couple of twenty something girls came to the door when I knocked, and told me that their grandmother Mrs. Pike had a heart attack and the ambulance picked her up and she had been in the hospital. They said that when she recovered enough to fly, her family flew her out of the state of Michigan to Colorado to be with them. I had just really met Mrs. Pike and talked with her about her cute kitty that was free to come and go through a small cat door on her porch. I asked them if they knew where their grandmother's cat was and they said they did not. I then noticed that his little door had been nailed shut.

When I asked them why his door was nailed shut, they said that they did not want the cat there anymore. These people kicked "Sami" out of his home. "Sami" lost his owner and now had to fend for himself for the last week, unbeknown to my husband and me. I told these girls that I did not know where the cat was (they had treated him so badly; I felt they did not need to know that we now had "Sami". This adorable cat has been with us going on about 12-years and he has fit in wonderfully and has considered our home his home. "Sami" is still alive and doing well.

"Wee Willy is about 11-years old as of 2015 and is doing well. He loves attention and has mellowed a lot since he has gotten older. "Willy" keeps the other cats at attention.
"Wee Willy is about 11-years old as of 2015 and is doing well. He loves attention and has mellowed a lot since he has gotten older. "Willy" keeps the other cats at attention.

"Baby Wee Willy"

Not all of my stray kitty stories are in order and I apologize about this, but it is difficult keeping dates in order. I am not good with dates; however, I never forget the situation. In December 2005, the week of Christmas, we were sitting in the living room and I heard a small weak meow at the front door. Thinking that one of our felines was outside, we went to look and there stood a baby feline. He was the spitting image of my daughter's adult male cat, "Willy". All I could say to my husband was, "Oh my goodness, here is a "Wee Willy". Wee Willy came through the door and right into the kitchen to the food bowl as though he lived with us his short life. There was no one around outside and no footprints in the snow leading to the front door except for "Wee Willy's" footprints. Who could turn such a baby away in the winter and at Christmas time, certainly not us? "Wee Willy" has been with us for 10-years as of 2015 and is doing well. "Willy".

Sweet Little "Freckles"

We have tried hard to give "Freckles" a loving home and he has responded, however I believe he is forever scared due to being left behind by his family. We love "Freckles" and he will always have a home with us.
We have tried hard to give "Freckles" a loving home and he has responded, however I believe he is forever scared due to being left behind by his family. We love "Freckles" and he will always have a home with us.

"Freckles"

It is difficult to turn a pet away when they are in need. One such cat is "Freckles". We had some neighbors with two petite gray cats and these cats did not get along and fights broke out frequently. These neighbors moved away and did not take "Freckles". This poor soul sat every day on his front porch at that empty house waiting for his family to come back and of course they never did. Soon after this family moved out, "Freckles" began eating at our back door.

It was not long that he started to come into the house and sleep during the day, but at night he wanted out, so we let him outside. In the morning he would return to eat and sleep during the day. We do not like to do this and it is dangerous for the cat, however, this is what he is used to doing and there is not too much we can do to break him of his habits of wandering the neighborhood.

"Freckles" is street smart and is cautious and I say a prayer for him while he is out and about. We also have a privacy fence around our home, however, this does not stop "Freckles" from jumping ship. It is as though "Freckles" has a need to continue to visit his old home, but now he does not stay. He just does his nightly walk and comes home. "Freckles" is doing well, but seems to have trust issues and I say this is understandable, given the way he was abandoned. We do not know how old he is but assume he is a senior like our remaining kitties. In case I did not mention it, we have seven kitties left including my son's cat and most are senior citizens.

Lucky little "Mia"

I think that when push comes to shove, "Mia" is happy she does not have to live in a barn. She is healthy, happy and content in her kitchen.
I think that when push comes to shove, "Mia" is happy she does not have to live in a barn. She is healthy, happy and content in her kitchen.

"Shadow" number two aka "Mia"

It was about 2010 that I was making a lot of vet trips with sick kitties from Mama Beebe's children and grandkats. Our doctor finds homes for unwanted cats and will display the cat for adoption in his lobby in a large pet cage. I had made several trips to the doctors with ill cats and there sat a lovely short haired black cat. The vet explained that their medical representative has a farm and a barn and this cat was a barn cat. T

he medical representative brought her to our vet to be spayed and vaccinated, but still could not take her in the home, because his wife was allergic to cats and the gentleman felt this cat was too nice to be a barn cat. He felt it necessary to put her up for adoption. The vet explained that "Shadow" had been with them for three weeks as it is difficult adopting older cats and "Shadow" was three years old.

After several trips to the vets and seeing "Shadow" sit there day after day I had to bring her home. I could not stand it anymore . Since we already had a "Shadow" we renamed her "Mia". "Mia" has never been ill and is doing well. However, in the beginning she found the kitchen her safe house and she is protective of anything in that area. Any cats venturing into the kitchen know that this is "Mia's" domain. It is as if, if other cats do not have the password to enter, they do not get into the kitchen.

She has the top of the washer, dryer, refrigerator, freezer, a shelf with a kitty bed, the large litter pan and all the food and water meant for her brothers and sisters and her. It has taken a while but she now tolerates others in her area. But, if she gets the notion to do so, she will kick them out to parts unknown.

Since my "Shadow" passed away a year ago, "Mia" seems to be taking her place. "Mia" is becoming more attached to me and is even coming to join me at night while I watch television. We love "Mia" and are glad that we took her. She knows she has a good home.

Two Lucky Kitties

This baby is known as "Hercules" and my husband and son also call him "Big Baby." He weighs 20# and his paws are as big as the palm of my hand. He is our gentle giant. This cat is about eight years old.
This baby is known as "Hercules" and my husband and son also call him "Big Baby." He weighs 20# and his paws are as big as the palm of my hand. He is our gentle giant. This cat is about eight years old. | Source
We suspect that "Butterfly" and "Hercules" are mother and son, however we will never know for sure. "Butterfly" is about 14-years of age.
We suspect that "Butterfly" and "Hercules" are mother and son, however we will never know for sure. "Butterfly" is about 14-years of age. | Source

"Sampson"

The short life you lived at our home showed you happy, content and spoiled. We love you "Sampson", RIP 2013.
The short life you lived at our home showed you happy, content and spoiled. We love you "Sampson", RIP 2013.

"Sampson", "Hercules" and "Butterfly"... Oh My!

One day in the summer of 2013 there was an article in our newspaper about a loving feline lover who got into trouble. This man devoted his life to his furry friends. This man suffered from stage four liver cancer and he could not keep up the care of his furry family. During the time this man was fighting the cancer he somehow kept accumulating a cat populace to the tune of 72 felines. It was when the man passed away that the Humane Society got news of the horrific condition of his home. The Humane Society along with the police and city's animal shelter had to apply hazz mat suits to go inside and cage all the felines left there. Amazingly, there were only a handful of cats that had passed away.

The Humane Society cleared out a room and set up a make shift home for these poor babies until their doctor could examine every one of them, install micro chips, vaccinate and spay or neuter them. At this time, when my son was looking for a Siamese cat, he found they had rescued one and he went to check the cat out. He asked me to go with him and it broke my heart. He did find the Siamese he wanted and named him Sampson.

While I walked around the facility one large golden longhaired cat kept following me. The volunteer told me that this cat was a female named "Butterfly". "Butterfly" jumped from one table to another and actually got into my face. He kept his eyes on me all the while I was there as if to say, "Hay, I am here and I want to go with you, please take me home." I just could not, we are getting older and at the end of our rescue days, besides I knew that my husband would disown me if I brought "Butterfly" home.

When I got home and for the next two days "Butterfly" remained on my mind, until I told my sister about what happened and she wanted to go with me to pick up "Butterfly" and take her home. She said, "You have to do this, you simply must and have no choice." I did not tell my husband where we were going. I told my sister I was not promising anything I would just show her "Butterfly" and maybe I would decide then.

As we walked into the Humane Society and into that depressing room, I asked where "Butterfly" was and then I caught a glimpse of her. I would never forget her nose as she had tiny black dots over the pink. The volunteer said to me, "That is not "Butterfly", that is "Hercules and he is a male cat."Butterfly" is sitting over there." "Butterfly" was the spitting image of "Hercules" only half his size. I told my sister that I would take "Hercules" as this is the one I came for, and she exclaimed to me, "But what about "Butterfly", you certainly cannot leave her here, you have to take her too." I just went into a state of shock as I thought about what she said to me. I told her that I needed to call, you know whom and cushion the shock, but I was afraid. She told me she would call and break the news and he better get used to the fact.

That day we gave "Butterfly" and "Hercules" a new home, new blanket, the best food and plenty of love and attention. They have become my husband's cats. My husband also found out they are not Maine Coons as we thought, but are Norwegian Forrester. They are lovely and so loved. They get along with our other kitties as though they have been there all along and to this day are doing fine. "Butterfly" sleeps on my pillow and "Hercules" sleeps on my husband's desk.

This story has a sad ending for our son, as his little "Sampson" was ill. The illness passed the eyes of the vet at the Humane Society and Sampson passed away from an untreatable health issue about six weeks after we brought him home. This is when our son decided to buy his Siamese from a licensed and registered cattery. This is when "Willow" entered our home. (see above picture of "Willow")

Your Highness, "Katz Meow Willow"

When my son lived in Florida, he bought a baby Siamese cat "Kumba". Our son was home four years when in 2004 "Kumba" was killed by a neighbor's Pit Bull who had broken his chain. This was such a traumatic time and hard for all of us to get over. The animal control department of our city took these neighbors to court and sued them over the incident and the Pit Bull was put to sleep. This was 10-years ago and my son told me there is not one day that passes that he does not see his beloved kitty after this dog killed his cat. For the last five years, he wanted another Siamese so started to explore the internet for a Siamese Cattery to purchase a baby Siamese. He found a healthy Siamese and named her "Willow," she turned 1-year of age January 2015. "Willow" is a go-getter and nothing or no cat stands up to her except for "Sami". These two are always playing and roughhousing together. Sometimes "Sami" gets tired and refuses to play; after all, do not all seniors get tired easily? Our son never warned "Willow" that she was about to enter a kitty senior center.

Do not ask me how cats know, but they just do. Willow often time give our eldest cat Diamond, now over 100 human years a bath. As young as Willow is she has taken to Diamond and has become his caretaker.


"Willow"

"Willow" at six weeks of age is now one year old. She is spoiled and loved bunches. She has fit into this senior center and demands the seniors exercise every day.
"Willow" at six weeks of age is now one year old. She is spoiled and loved bunches. She has fit into this senior center and demands the seniors exercise every day.

Your Highness, "Katz Meow Willow"

When my son lived in Florida, he bought a baby Siamese cat "Kumba". Our son was home four years when in 2004 "Kumba" was killed by a neighbor's Pit Bull who had broken his chain. This was such a traumatic time and hard for all of us to get over. The animal control department of our city took these neighbors to court and sued them over the incident and the Pit Bull was put to sleep. This was 10-years ago and my son told me there is not one day that passes that he does not see his beloved kitty after this dog killed his cat. For the last five years, he wanted another Siamese so started to explore the internet for a Siamese Cattery to purchase a baby Siamese. He found a healthy Siamese and named her "Willow," she turned 1-year of age January 2015. "Willow" is a go-getter and nothing or no cat stands up to her except for "Sami". These two are always playing and roughhousing together. Sometimes "Sami" gets tired and refuses to play; after all, do not all seniors get tired easily? Our son never warned "Willow" that she was about to enter a kitty senior center.

Do not ask me how cats know, but they just do. Willow often time give our eldest cat Diamond, now over 100 human years a bath. As young as Willow is she has taken to Diamond and has become his caretaker.


We Love Dogs Too

No this cat family are not opposed to dogs. We love dogs also. When we were much younger, my husband had two black Great Danes. We also raised two Cocker Spaniels, and a Chichiwawa. These pets found families that wanted to take them as we could not devote the time we wanted because of working such long hours. Felines are more self sufficient and they fit what our life style held at the time.

This ends our crazy love of felines. We are glad that we devoted the last 25-years to the feline populace and tried to do our very best with what God entrusted in our care. We would do it over again. It is hard to lose a pet, because they become a part of the family and every time this happens it takes a piece of our heart. It makes no difference if the pet was with us a short time or for 20-years, it hurts just as much. I hope to once again give each of them a big hug and kitty kiss when we meet at the Rainbow Bridge in Heaven where God has prepared a place for them and us when we meet again.

The Rainbow Bridge

Somewhere in Heaven lies the "Rainbow Bridge" where our beloved pets wait for us.
Somewhere in Heaven lies the "Rainbow Bridge" where our beloved pets wait for us.

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Teri Stohlberg 22 months ago

Love the cat pics! Soooo adorable. Great article!


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nurse240 22 months ago from Jackson, Mi. Author

Thank you Teri. I am glad you liked the article

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