For the Love of Stray Felines - The Crazy Cat Lady Gets Crazier and I Don't Care
The Best Kitty Daddy, "One Eye"
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.
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 had some strays that refused to come in when we invited them 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.
Some magnificent stray felines wanted to come in and be a part of our home. These strays let us know that they yearned to be part of a family who took care of them and loved them.
We took them for a checkup and did not think twice about adopting them. We gave these strays a home if they passed the medical test and did not carry anything that would harm our feline family.
When dealing with stray cats, you must make sure that they are not carrying a few illnesses such as feline leukemia or the FIP virus.
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. These human beings have no consideration towards one another much less our animals.
My focus was to try to make a difference in these adorable 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. He 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 brilliant 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 beautiful 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 cats, so I never let him in the house.
"One Eye" came around for about five years and never changed much. I honestly 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 want 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 we covered his boxes with blankets and placed the boxes on the back of our front porch away from the wind.
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 right nutritious diet and warmth of a place to stay helped him live longer than any of us 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.
This baby was the spitting image of One Eye. I immediately suspected One Eye to be her daddy. One Eye looked at me and then waited patiently as this baby crawled up the five steps to our back porch.
I held the door open the baby finally made it the rest of the way and stood there with her daddy. One Eye looked at his baby and me and meowed a couple of times. This baby hopped through the door and stayed with us for the next 16-years.
We named this baby, Angel. It was evident that her daddy with only one eye 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, "I just may take that kitty home to my farm."
We do not know if the farmer took One Eye or the shelter put him to sleep. I could not bear to think of the alternative. 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 this chance.
One Eye's "Angel Baby"
I loved an excellent fragrant candle, but I was afraid that a kitty would get too close and get burned. Instead, I used a small potpourri pot and melted fragrant wax or oils.
It was a Saturday morning when I was awakened about 7 am by Angel. She managed to crawl up on my pillow and wake me up. She could not breathe and was in acute respiratory arrest. We ran her to the vets where the vet initiated steroids and oxygen and kept her in the hospital on antibiotics for a few days. We had no clue what had happened to Angel until we returned home.
We found melted wax all over our table and living room curtain. Angel's curiosity got the better of her, and she dipped her paw into the wax and tried to lick it and shake it off her paw. This oil is what caused her respiratory arrest.
When you have pets in the home, please use no aerosols, candles, melting pots, or diffusers as they are lethal to animals.
Although Angel lived an active and productive life, she did require random steroids and antibiotics for respiratory infections at least two to three times a year for the rest of her life.
This potpourri damaged her lungs. One day I could not get over a new bout of respiratory infection, and before I could get her to the vet, she passed away in my arms.
Angel's death in 2012 caused me to carry a lot of guilt. One Eye brought her to me to care for, and I felt I betrayed her and One Eye's trust. 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.
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 began to get colder, we made a bed for Miss Black in our basement. We had not taken Miss Black to the vet as she looked healthy enough, we could not take a chance with our healthy felines.
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 or caring for this only baby. Miss Black 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 that Miss Black had irreversible anemia and the kind thing to do would be to put her 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!
When "Willy" Became "Wilhelmina"
Soon after Sweet Pea come into our lives so did Willy later known as Wilhelmina. My daughter's boyfriend, now my son-in-law wanted to adopt Willy. He was amazed at this tiny kitty.
Willy has a unique story to tell as did all of our strays. One summer morning I was getting ready for work. The days had been sweltering, near the 100-degree mark.
That morning I heard what sounded like a crow sound coming from the backyard. 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. 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 and wrapped around that tree branch. I was shocked to see 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 well.
When my soon to be son-in-law walked in with my daughter, he sat in awe of this tiny creature, and, it's 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 bottle-feeding and rising 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 that their Willy was 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, you were loved beyond your wildest dreams.
Our Beloved "Pip"
"Pippy Long Stockings"
Pippy Long Stockings
By the time Pip came along my son-in-law was an old hand at taking care of felines. He loved dogs and cats alike and if any needed help, he helped them. Now my daughter loved dogs and cats also but did not want her home to become a second Noah's Ark, like her mother's home had become. My son-in-law and I had this thing in common, animal rescue.
Pippy Long stocking was a rescued stray. My son-in-law, Jay was working at a large factory one year as a security guard. Woods surrounded this plant. 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. As my son looked in his rearview mirror, he saw that this little kitty was running after his car.
He stopped the car, opened the door, and she jumped into the car. Pippy had no second thoughts. 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 severe seizures in December 2014. Gradually Pip's vision began to fail until she became blind.
Even though Pip was now blind, she knew where everything was in our home. She followed the wall boards to get where she wanted to go. She was also able to climb the 15 steps to our second level. The vet gave us seizure medicine which did control the seizure episodes, that is until the medicine was no longer useful.
Years prior to getting Pip we had a privacy fence installed around the front and back of our home. Like I said before, some of our cats cannot be contained and jump the fence. No cat in all these 21 plus years have run away and never returned home.
Towards the end of Pip's life I would still let her out in the yard to smell the trees and flowers, get some exercise, and fresh air even though she was blind she did amazingly well outside.
One day I let her outside for a short while and when I went out to get her she was no where to be found. Pip had dug under the fence and got out. I took the car to try to find her.
Our neighbor a block away was installing a privacy fence and there was Pip, huddled by his back fence. It was just by accident that I caught a glimpse of her. I called her name, she perked her ears up as I came near her. I stroked her little head and spoke to her. She allowed me to pick her up and bring her home.
When it gets near a cats time to die they try to find a secluded place to be alone and I do think that this is what Pip was trying to do, because in a few days Pip had one of the worse seizures ever and fell off the couch.
We decided it was time to send Pip to the Rainbow Bridge to meet the rest of her brothers and sisters. This decision did not come lightly, but when a beloved pet is suffering the decision is more natural to put them out of their misery. I never, ever left my pets alone when this bitter sweet time came. I hold them and love them to their last breath.
We loved Pip so much, and she took another piece of our hearts.
Pippy, we love you and miss you so much. The doctor was confident Pip suffered from a brain tumor.
RIP Pip, December 24, 2014.
How Can People Be So Cruel?
"Sami Two Steps"
How Can People Be So Cruel?
Sami Two Steps got his name because he lived about two steps from our house.
Sami knew where to come for help. Cats know where they are accepted and loved. Sam apparently had no doubts that our family would treat him well and take him into our home. We love you, Sam. Sami has an especially heartbreaking story that turns out well for him.
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 two 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 why 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 suffered 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 to Colorado to live with them. I had just 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. They said that ever since they nailed his cat door shut, (so he could not get into the house) they had not seen him. When I asked them why they fastened his door closed, they said that they did not want the cat there anymore. No food, no water, no home for this poor baby.
They said to me, "Have you seen him." I told them that they were the cruelest people I had met yet and that Sami was now my cat and that unlike them I would care for him and give him the love he needed.
These people kicked Sami out of his home. Sami lost his owner and now had to fend for himself. This adorable cat has been with us going on about 12-years, and he has fit into our home wonderfully. On occasion, Sami visits his old house three doors away but considers our home his home and as of 2018 Sami is still alive and doing well. Our vet cannot tell me how old Sami is, all the vet says is, “He is a very old guy."
"Baby Wee Willy"
Wee Willy is about 11-years old as of December 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.
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 which each stray cat came into our lives.
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 black ball of fur. This kitten was the spitting image of my daughter's adult male cat, Willy, aka Wilhemia.
All I could say to my husband was, "Oh my goodness, there is a Wee Willy at our door. Wee Willy came through the door, trotted into the kitchen and right to the food bowl as though he lived with us. How did he know where to go, who knows. I keep saying that cats are intelligent critters.
There was no one around outside and no footprints in the snow leading to the front door except for Wee Willy's tiny prints. Who could turn such a baby away in the winter and at Christmas time, certainly not us, and we would not close our door on a kitten at any time. Wee Willy has been with us for 10-years as of 2015 and is doing well.
Wee Willy has always been our intimidator. He swats other cats for no reason. He lays in wait for an unsuspecting cat and then the chase is on. I may see rugs flying and fur laying on the floor.
One thing that Wee Willy does that the others do not is that when we eat a meal, it is Wee Willy's cue that he needs his dinner with us. If I do not feed him at that time, he will head butt our arm until we prepare his meal.
Ten to one, Wee Willy was in the middle of the battle. Like his mom, Wee Willy's back hair now streaked with bits of gray, and he does not pick many fights like he used to do as a youngster. Wee Willy is a special one of a kind feline.
As of 2018, Wee Willy has settled down and rarely chases. He enjoys laying in the recliner or finds a spot of sun to rest and nap.
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. I will never understand how people can treat animals such as Freckles the way they do. It is certainly a cruel world we live.
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.
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 between them.
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 before 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 could do to break him of his habit of wandering the neighborhood.
Freckles is street smart and is cautious. I say a prayer for him while he is out and about wandering. We also have a privacy fence around our home. However, this does not stop Freckles from jumping ship.
It is as though Freckles has this need to continue to visit his old home, but now he does not stay. He just does his nightly walk and comes home. Because he was abandoned, he had trust issues and understandably, given what he went through.
Freckles had reasonably good health for a few years until he became ill with irreversible anemia and the doctor had to put him to sleep, in 2015.
RIP Freckles, you are special.
Lucky little "Mia"
"Shadow" number two aka "Mia"
It was about 2010 that I was making 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.
The 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.
In the beginning she found the kitchen her safe place and she ruled the kitchen area. She is protective of anything in that area. Any cats venturing into the kitchen know that this is Mia's domain.
Mia may sit on 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.
Then along came the "Twisted Sisters", Isabella and Sophia. Later on I will explain how the "Twisted Sisters" came to our home. Mia does not like these sisters so left the kitchen are and dwells upstairs.
Two Lucky Kitties
"Sampson", "Hercules" and "Butterfly"... Oh My!
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.
We suspect that Butterfly and Hercules are mother and son; however, we will never know for sure. Butterfly is about 14-years of age.
One day in the summer of 2013 there was an article in our newspaper about a loving feline owner 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 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 hazmat 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 makeshift home for these poor babies until their doctor could examine every one of them, install microchips, 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 to see so many needing a home and love. He did find the Siamese he wanted out of these 72 felines and named him Sampson.
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.
The short life you lived at our home showed you happy, content and spoiled. We love you Sampson, RIP 2013.
Hercules and Butterfly
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 got eye level with me each time. He looked me in the face and begged my attention.
He kept his eyes on me all the while I was there as if to say, "Hey lady, 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 take a look and possibly bring Butterfly home.
My sister said, "You have to do this, you simply must, and you have no choice." I did not tell my husband where we were going. I said to her I did not promise anything.
As we walked into the Humane Society and into that depressing room, I asked where Butterfly was, and then I caught a glimpse of Butterfly. I knew it was her because she had little black freckles dotting her nose.
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 blow, but I was afraid. She told me she would call and break the news and he better get used to the fact that you were bringing home TWO new kitties. The clerk at the Humane Society then said, "You do know that today is a two for one day. You get two kitties for the price of one?"
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.
Hercules and Butterfly get along with our other kitties as though they have been there all along and to this day are doing fine. Butterfly is a lovely cat. She is older and no nonsense. When people meet Butterfly their inclination is to put her in their pocket and take her home. She is just a lovely cat.
Hercules and Butterfuly came to us with bad teeth. There teeth are yellow and decayed. Hercules has had a few teeth pulled as has Butterfly. This oldster has only four teeth remaining. I was told that the previous owner, the man who had liver cancer, believed in putting tetracycline antibiotic in his cat's drinking water to help ward off infections, colds, and illness. This tetracycline is known to turn teeth yellow in pets and people. Even with teeth problems these two cats are doing well in their new home.
Sampson's death was when our son decided to buy his next Siamese from a licensed and registered cattery.
One of my jobs for seven years was 30 minutes north of my city. This nursing job was in a small rural town.
One winter night I was waiting for my son to pick me up and a beautiful gray long-haired cat came to the door. This cat was hungry and dirty. I could tell that he had been fending in the wild for awhile. This cat was very loving and friendly.
That night it was below zero outside. All I had to feed him was some goulash from my dinner that night. This cat ate everything and wanted more which I did not have. When my son arrived I showed him the cat, and he said, "Mom, what are you going to do. We certainly cannot leave him here in this awful cold?" I got a big box, and we took him to his new home, our home. Scruffy never objected once as we climbed into our car for the 30-minute drive home.
My son gave him a nice warm bath, dried him thoroughly and fed him like there was no tomorrow. Scruffy was the only word I could find that fit this cat, so this became his name.
Scruffy became my son's cat and lived wherever my son went. Scruffy lived in Florida, Grand Rapids, Michigan, and back home. Scruffy was with us about 10-years before he passed away in 2009. RIP Scruffy, you are still loved and very much missed.
The Twisted Sisters, Isabella, and Sophia
Isabella and Sophia are our latest cats and probably our last as we are getting older and more tired. These girls got the name Twisted Sister because they have some very odd characteristics that make us laugh.
Two years ago, my sister came to me and asked me to help her find a home for her daughters two sister cats. Sophia is gray with a bit of white and Isabella is mostly white with gray spots.
The daughter did not care if they went to the same house or not, but if she could not find homes for them, she would have them put to sleep. My sister lives in a retirement complex and already has one cat with is all she is allowed.
This news shocked my sister and me and upset us much. Animals are not disposable. You just do not buy a pet and when you tire of them put them to sleep. This daughter was serious. I do believe that this family loved these kitties and they were never abused but did lack human companionship and love. I thought about it, and my husband and I had to agree to take them.
This lady had a lovely family room in her home in her basement, and this is where Sophia lived most days. There were no windows, and she seldom went outside. Getting Sophia used to our home was difficult. It took over one year to make Sophia feel like this was her home.
Isabella, on the other hand, made herself right at home with no problem. Over the last two years, Sophia has become my husband's sidekick and follows him everywhere. If he is in a room with the door shut, Sophia bangs on the door with her front paws until he opens the door to let her inside. Every night while we watch television, Sophia, without fail bangs on our hall coat closet wanting in for her nightly stroll. She stays and looks around then leaves and is good to go until the next night.
Isabella, I believe has sun-downers. When the sun goes down in the evening, she goes to our downstairs bathroom and howls at the toilet paper. If she is feeling especially feisty, she will knock the roll of paper off and chew it to bits or chase the roll into the living room. My husband has his nightly chore of telling Isabella, "Knock it off Izzy!"
These Twisted Sisters have brought further enjoyment and laughter to our home. Although, Mia does not like these two cats she found it more appealling to live upstairs. There are plenty of windows and three rooms she runs around. Mia has all she needs to live happily and content away from the Twisted Sisters.
There is One More Sweet Kitty, Called Muffin.
The Twisted Sisters were not the last to come to our home.
About the time we took in the Twisted Sisters a friend of my sister and me fought the good fight with cancer and lost her life to cancer when it ended up in her brain. Debbie's wish was to have her cat Muffy put to sleep when she passed away.
My sister was her legal advocate, and neither my sister or I could follow her wishes to put Muffin to sleep. Muffin was 16-years old and aside from severe obesity and arthritis was doing well.
While Debbie was in Hospice Muffin was alone in the apartment. My sister would visit Muffin two to three times every day between being with her dying friend. Muffin required anti-inflammation medicine twice a day for her arthritis.
My sister could not take Muffy so my husband, and I took Muffin, and she has been with us for going on three years in 2018. Initially, our vet told us (three years ago) that Muffin would not live more than six to eight months. Muffin is doing as well as she can do and has taken over our office. She has her couch, carpeted steps to get onto the sofa, blankets, litter, pan, food, water, and toys. Some of our cats venture into the office to use her litter pan or steal some of her food, but Muffin never goes beyond the doorway out of the room, that is until I had surgery a year ago.
A year ago I decided I needed to follow through with foot and leg surgery and recuperated ten days at my sister's apartment as everything was on one level and my home has stairs. One day my husband called to tell me that Muffin is rarely in the office anymore and walks around the house. She has been laying on the front enclosed porch catching the afternoon sun.
He said she even drinks out of the community water fountain! These actions of Muffins were very out of character for this cat. To make a long story short when I got home after two weeks away, Muffin went into the den and had not ventured out since.
Everyone thinks that is kitty was trying to find me and figure out where I went and what happened. Like I said prior, "Cats are highly intelligent critters and very smart."
Every cat we have ever owned has been spoiled rotten. All cats have their own blanket and toys everywhere. They all get the foods they like, such as, while some only eat chicken or beef, others are fish cats and only eat fish. We research dry foods and try to buy the best for them. We do not mind spoiling our pets and in turn they give us unconditional love.
Your Highness, "Katz Meow Willow"
I need to go back about 12 years to when my son lived in Florida. My son bought a baby Siamese cat and named his cat, Kumba.
Our son decided to move home after four years in Florida. Unfortunately, in 2004 Kumba was killed by a neighbor's Pit Bull. This dog broke his chain and ended up in your yard.
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.
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. We visited the breeder in 2014, and my son bought her at six weeks of age.
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.
Cats somehow know who the senior citizens are so Willow often time gives 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 is spoiled and loved bunches. She has fit into this senior center and demanded the seniors exercise every day.
We Love Dogs Too and Fish?
No, this cat family is not opposed to dogs. We love dogs. When we were much younger, my husband had two Great Danes. We also raised two Cocker Spaniels, and a Chihuahua. 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 prove to be more self-sufficient. Cats seemed to fit into our lifestyle.
My son has had a fish aquarium for years. He has tried his luck raising salt-water and freshwater fish and learned a lot during the last 20-years. To this day we continue to have a 50-gallon aquarium. We have a cat stand next to the aquarium, and anyone of our cats sit on this stand and watch the fish swim. Hercules enjoys lying on his blanket that my son had on top of the aquarium. Watching our fish is relaxing and enjoyable for both the cats and us.
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 to our care. We would do it over again.
It never gets any easier when we lose a beloved pet because they do become a member of our family. Every time we lose a pet we lose a bit of our hearts.
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 give each of them once again 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.
As of 2018 our feline family is down to ten. This includes my son's two cats Hercules and Willow. Many of our beloved pets are senior citizens in this household. As these seniors pass on we will