We rescued Snit from two girls who abused this little cat. She was about 6 months old. I would watch out my living room window everyday the abuse this kitten endured. They would keep her in their screened in porch and feed her tuna out of the can. Ha!!, up until the day she died she would not eat anything that was tuna. Back to the story. I often would see Snit (not the name they called her) put up in the tree in their backyard. They would have her hanging in such a way that she couldn't get out of the tree and she would meow so much. I know it hurt her alot to be stuck behind her elbows like that and for hours while the girls were at school. I couldn't get into the tree or the back yard to release her or I would have. Some days I would see her run and hide under their father's car. They would get a tire iron and try to get her to come out from under there. When they got her they would swing her around by her tail. She had a dislocated tail for all her life after that and she also got arthritis in it. No one could touch the back of her tail.

After seeing a few months of this I did tell the girls that that was no way to treat a pet. Well they were only 3 and 5 and who was I to tell them anything. Snit finally came over to my house one day. It must have been through the grace of God that she made it over to our house to begin with.

Once in my arms she really felt safe. I kept her inside. Oh the girls came over a few times asking if I saw her and I said no we haven't seen her. Snit never went to the door to get out or anything and when they did come to the door she hide under my bed. She knew that she was safe with us. She was happy with the rest of the cats we had too. We have never had any less then 4 cats at one time. Bambi, my boy, loved her to death. He was such a nurturer, which killed him in the end and that is another story.

She would eat anything that we put down for her except tuna. She was the perfect cat. In all my years of being the owner of many cats, she was the one who had the most manners. She never went outside of any litterbox. She asked before jumping up into anyone's lap and she was just the best mannered cat that I have ever seen or have had the pleasure of owning.

Near the end though she did not go into the litter box and she did have some accientes that she could not control, but we new why she was doing that. She was sick for the last three years of her life.

After coming to live with us some years later our family ended up splitting up and moving and she and Bambi went with us.. She was pregnant at the time and it was her first litter ever. We still had boxes stacked four high in the basement and many towers of boxes. She got on top of those boxes to have her kittens and one at a time she would drop them. Oh she was so frightened of them and she really had no idea what they were. She would shriek every time she was going to have another one. We tired to be there with her while she had another one and with each one she had she would drop it in a place we couldn't reach and it would hit the cement floor, of course killing it. There was one that I caught though but it died that night. It had something wrong with it that it would just stop breathing if I stopped caressing it's belly. I fell alseep after many hours of rubbing that little kitten's belly and it died. At first I was mad at myself, but then realized that it would have never lived if it had to have constant touch and so gave it to God to take care of.

I ended up moving and she came with me to my new place. I also had taken in a kitten from another two cats that were brother and sister. Pendragon was in bad shape and Snit and I would look after him. He was half blind and half deaf. Sometimes he would go into shock and I would have to care for him. This is all another story and I don't have a picture of him.

Snit got pregnant again from one of the other cats that we had before I moved. This wasn't a brother sister thing this time. She was under my bed this time and I was able to get to her while she was having them. It was a much better time for her and I. She was much more relaxed that I was there to help her deliver them. She didn't mind when I took them from her and cleaned them off and put them back in with her. She had five. Four Black and White ones and the middle kitten was special. It was a Tortoise Shell kitten so I kept her. She had a pink nose for the longest time until it turned to a light beige so we called her Pinkie. The rest found homes with my daughter's and their friend's

She was so playful. She would chase her tail all the time. It was a joy to have her around..Her way of waking me up in the morning would be three-fold. b First she would sit at the bottom of the bed and meow loudly.  If that didn't work then she would sit on my belly.  If that didn't work then she would lick my eyelids.  Sandpaper wiped across eyelids didn't feel too good in the morning!  

I got remarried and moved in with my new husband in an apartment. I had to leave them by themselves. I was beside myself because I couldn't take them to an apartment. I would come back here every other day for a while to feed them and love them and all kinds of stuff with them. It broke my heart everytime I had to leave them. They had shelter and food and water so I was glad about that. I made sure of that before I left again. During the winter months it was more difficult to come back, so I only made it back once a week. I made sure they had lots of food and I kept explaining to them that I couldn't take them with me and they did understand. Each time I came back they would be waiting for me. I would cry everytime that I had to leave though. Finally we were able to go back and live in the house. It was a happy reunion for everyone.

All that time--5 years, they never left like most cats would do. They stayed around. When we moved back in, they never left me. Snit never left the yard. She eventually got de-sexed and she didn't have anymore kittens.

During the last three years of her life she couldn't hold food down very well and I was in contact with a vet all the time. They tried all kinds of foods with her--seniorfoods, human baby food, raw fish and chicken and we didn't have alot of luck with anything. It was horrible. She managed to keep some things down for a week and then we had to find something else for her to eat. It would come and go, but she would be vomitting much more then just hairballs. She started to get colds more often too and that caused some of her vomitting. I found that I could give her Afrin Nose Spray, so I did and that helped some. I really think that she had full blown Feline Aids in the end. Bambie died of that and funny how no one else was affected and we had three other cats. I think Snit gotit and we just didn't know it.

Her last days were not that good, we had to go to my Uncle's funeral. She waited until we came back and she died in our arms that morning. Oh how I cried--and I still get teary eyed as I write this. She couldn't breath and I tried so hard to help her, We had her in a towel so that I could get her to take a anti-biotic pill, but she spit it out. She got up and I told my husband to just let her go. Only I could see that she walked out of that towel and she kept walking from that towel into the spirit. I picked her body up and we held her in our arm,s together until she gave up her last breath. With the end of that loud sigh she made her body went limp. I started to cry then as I knew she was gone. She really was gone the moment she walked out of that towel.

I know she is not in any pain anymore and she knows that we love her. I have not felt her spirit come to me yet. Bambi and all my other furry babies have. She is with all those who have gone before her and i know they were waiting for her. Pendragon and Bambi were there--I saw and felt their presence when she passed.

She is burried in our back yard in the trees. I planted a flower on her grave, but the deer managed to eat that. We put a picket fence around her. She lived ot be 18 years old and she never weighed more than 9 pounds.

Rest In Peace My Little Black Cat.