The Comfort of Cats
Very Interesting Cat Profile:
Betsy:
A cat with attitude; a grumpy cat with plenty of character; a cat, who despite her penchant for biting anyone who picked her up and growling at her dinner as though it were still alive, was also very sweet and strangely appealing... (well, to me anyway)Sadly departed now, following a stroke...
Tasha:
A sleepy, affectionate cat who likes to sit on you, but who doesn't like you to move... once movement is made, loud and indignant hissing takes place while cat takes on the tenacity of velcro, managing to stay attached even when person sat upon becomes vertical...
Now about 9 and still going strong - probably because she's spent most of her life sleeping...am thinking of enrolling her into macrame' classes as it is felt she needs other more stimulating hobbies...
Jesse:
The original 'scabby cat' with every niggling ailment known to cat, including an allergy to fleas (scratch, scratch) an allergy to flea collars (now bald around the neck); an over sensitive colon (I'll leave that to your imagination) an over active thyroid (constantly ravenous and hyper)
Now about 15 years and still going strong...lending truth to the saying that
she has enjoyed ill health all her life and will probably outlive her peers...
March 2004: Jesse finally succumbed to kidney failure and was helped on her way back to her companions already residing in that great cattery in the sky, by a visit to the house from the vet.
She was an old cat, as old as a very old grandmother, and just as I wouldn't drag an old lady to the doctor's for euthanasia, I wouldn't do it to my pets either. I don't believe in adding any more fear to the pain and distress they are already experiencing; so they leave quietly in the comfort, peace and familiarity of their own home.
More expensive, yes; but I don't grudge them a penny, after all, they've kept me company and been my friends for many years and I think they deserve as much love and compassion in return as I am capable of giving them.
I don't miss all the horrendous bills of keeping her comfortable in her
final years, but even though she ignored me for most of the time, I still
love and miss the old cat...
Cats to come:
Chloe:
Still an adolescent with adolescent tendencies i.e. staying out late at night partying and coming home looking a mess. Is also the Hannibal Lecter of the cat world and has an unpleasant habit of killing anything with a pulse and leaving its remains for owner (me) to step on in the morning.
Highest total of mice in one night so far: 5; 4 dead, 1 alive and cowering under the piano, therefore causing extreme distress to owner (me) in trying to rescue poor mouse alive and without being further traumatised.
So far has caught mice, shrews, birds, bats and moles... Am expecting to find half a gazelle in the kitchen any day now...
Mickie:
My beautiful boy. A black and white cat with a beaky nose, giving rise to the suggestion that he might have been a budgie in a former life. Favourite habits: eating sleeping and snoring. Also meowing asthmatically as though faint with hunger, when in fact he ate so much he was definitely beginning to look somewhat square and was in serious danger of turning into a footstool.
Sadly, his young life was cut short when he was run over by a car outside his new home... Very loved and painfully missed...
Time to move on...
Purdy:
(Purr-dy... get it...?) One year after my last beautiful boy died, I have now given in to getting another one. This is a 3 month old black/brown long haired kitten who looks as though he has his tail stuck permanently in an electric socket. Along with the electrified fur, he has a permanently amazed expression to go with it...!
He is a complete nutter and likes to run horizontally along the back of the sofa, defying gravity and my shouts of outrage as he does so. Also likes to launch himself (in a manner akin to the face hugger from Alien) at Tasha's head, which she is none too impressed with.
Another favourite occupation is to get stuck half way up the Leylandi hedge half a dozen times a day. When he's not stuck up there he keeps a lonely vigil outside the fridge, meowing pathetically and persistently in the hope that i will open it and give him something nice to eat.
He also likes to sit at my feet and chew on my toes with all the persistence and dedication of a piranha. He's very sweet and loveable, but also noisy, greedy and a bit of a pest. But, he's my boy and I love him, so he's here to stay.
A few months later:
My boy got run over and left for dead on the same bit of lane that Mickie got run over on. I was devastated and crying in the rain, I buried him next to Mickie under the Sycamore Tree on the lawn. I miss him so much as he made me smile in the morning and that takes some doing as I am allergic to mornings. No more kittens for me as long as I am living near this treacherous bit of road. it's too heartbreaking to lose them.
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