Through The Years, Memories of our cats Kouter and Huckleberry
Meet Kouter and Huckleberry!
Kouter and Huckleberry were brothers that we adopted as kittens. Their owners realized that they were allergic to cats, so we gladly accepted them.
They grew from kittens into big boys. I think they started gaining weight the same time I did (while pregnant with my daughter, sympathy weight maybe, LOL). Actually their breed and being indoors made them heavy. I tried putting them on diets, but they would actually beg for food.
Huckleberry would retrieve bouncy balls that you threw to him, it was the funniest thing.
Kouter would lie on his back wanting his belly rubbed.
Huckleberry ended up with a kidney problem and died at 5 years old in 2006. Kouter died March 2011 at 12 years old. He had tumors on his lungs and started to have a hard time breathing. Both cats will be missed, they were part of the family & just loved being with us.
One up a tree
One under the tree
The cat up a tree is he
The cat under the tree is she
The tree is witch elm, just incidentally.
He takes no notice of she, she takes no notice of he.
He stares at the woolly clouds passing, she stares at the tree.
There's been a lot written about cats, by Old Possum, Yeats and Company
But not Alfred de Musset or Lord Tennyson or Poe or anybody
Wrote about one cat under, and one cat up, a tree.
God knows why this should be left for me
Except I like cats as cats be
Especially one cat up
And one cat under
A witch elm
Our family loves pets. Kouter and Huckleberry may have passed but we hope to get another pair of kittens later this year.
When they were young they enjoyed playing monkey in the middle (or rather kitty in the middle). Huckleberry would jump up in the air and do a twist to try and catch the bouncy ball as it went over his head. Both cats liked to be slid down the hallway (slow of course). We could set up soft pins and do kitty bowling. They'd come running back for more. Kouter never learned how to meow right. It was more of a screech. But they would both talk back to you. If they saw you or you said hi to them, they'd respond with some type of noise. They are missed, but we are happy for the time we had. Until we get more cats we have our gerbils to entertain us.
So why the names Kouter and Huckleberry?
Well Kouter comes from my maiden name Koutrelakos. Yes a Greek name. I figured the only way I was going to pass on my name was through my cat, ha ha. (I've known people who use their maiden name as their child's middle name. with Koutrelakos, that would be too cruel, LOL)
Huckleberry started as Huckle (like from the Richard Scarry books). But my husband started saying Huckleberry and it stuck.
A few of Kouter and Huckleberry's favorite things
We loved the way Kouter would visit each bedroom at night when we went to bed. It made us all feel loved.
Photos of Kouter and Huckleberry - Through the years. The cats and kids.Click thumbnail to view full-size
Fuzzy Alarm Clocks
It's 6:00 AM
I'm sound asleep
But who do you think is making a peep?
Kouter and Huckleberry that is who
They jump on my bed
And sit by my head
They whack my face with their fuzzy paws
They nibble my cheek
Wanting something to eat
It's a soft food meal they are looking for.
Early in the morning each and every day.
Fuzzy alarm clocks get me up and on my way.