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We
used to have a black cat called Cleo. She had bright
green eyes that would literally glow in the dark. Cleo
was a night cat and was famous for jumping out at my
grandma and hitting her legs. My grandma is a little
under 5 feet and would always jump. Cleo loved to do
that, and it got so bad that my grandma almost hated
to stay over at our house. I always thought that grandma
was the only person she did this to, but then I found
out that she also did it to my aunt! Cleo was not only
a great cat, he was also a great guard cat. When I was
little, we had just moved to a new house. A lady was
here helping my mom unpack. I was upstairs sleeping.
When the lady started to walk up the stairs to put the
stuff away, Cleo stood at the top of the stairs with
her hair standing on end and wouldn't let her pass.
But she would let my mom pass.
Unfortunately
Cleo died a few years ago because of a brain tumor.
But I will always remember that black cat who let me
befriend her.
Nicole
Besner
Mirre, a male Brown Swirled Tabby, (owned by Edith Eliassen
and husband Gunnar Kullenber in Westchester/Los Angeles,
CA) celebrated his 20th birthday in May by sampling
various seafood delights on his new hardwood dining
"table."
Mirre
was born in Woodland Hills, California in May 1981 and
had four siblings. Mirre, which is a Swedish cat name
(pronouced 'meeh-reh') has travelled extensively
and seen many famous places such as San Francisco, Las
Vegas, San Diego. He has seen snow in Grand Canyon, buffalos
and other animals in Yellowstone and he has seen the Grand
Tetons, Yosemite, Kings Canyon and many other places.
Mirre is in great shape and health, but two years ago
he suffered a fairly sudden and significant loss of hearing.
Since then he has had a habit of "voicing off" in a sometimes
fairly loud way!
Tumble,
an adorable gray tabby, was a member of our family from
the time she was born. She was born into Smokey's first
(and only) litter of kittens. Tumble almost didn't live
longer than a few days. We noticed she wasn't getting
much feeding time with mom the way the other little
fur balls were. When we went to move her closer to Smokey,
another kitten yelped rather loudly! After careful examination
of the situation (and strategic relocation of the surrounding
kittens), we discovered Tumble was attached to another
kitten's umbilical cord! The cord was tied in a tight
knot around one of the back paws, and the paw looked
absolutely horrible, very swollen and red. It was clear
why she wasn't making it to feed with mom. Naturally
these types of discoveries are always made at 1 a.m.,
when it is impossible to get to a vet. It was clear
we had to remove the cord from the paw right there and
then.
Fortunately,
we were able to cut the cord away without incident,
and after a day or so (and consultation with the vet),
the paw looked much better. From that point on we made
sure she was able to get nice and close to mom's belly
to feed. Now this leads right into how we came to name
this cute little kitten "Tumble." You see,
while the paw looked a thousand times better within
days, she always favored it. She learned to scramble
around and even run sideways, but not forward. When
she would get going at a good clip, she would lose her
balance and tumble a few times! Naturally her name became
Tumble. After a few more weeks, Tumble began to scamper
around like any other kitten ... moving forward, head
first. But the name stuck, and after so much love and
attention, Tumble stuck to our family. She became very
close to me. She would crawl under the covers at night
and sleep next to me. She would sit and purr on me whenever
I was seated, and would sit and watch me at the computer
for hours as if on guard. The other interesting thing
about her was that at even close to five years old,
she still looked very much like a kitten. She never
grew much larger than 9 pounds, and her kitten features
never went away. I'll admit she was very spoiled! Tumble
died suddenly one evening after jumping up on me --
I think to say good-bye. It was very sad, but we are
thankful we had the time with her that we did.
Ed
Salm
Chivalrous
Kitty!
While
living in Egypt I adopted two unrelated cats and eventually
brought them back to the States. The male cat, Boot, is
very intelligent and quickly learned that we would come
to let him in the house if he jumped up against the storm
door and made noise. The female, Fergie, is sweet but
slow and would spent hours crouched beside the front door
waiting for someone to notice her. One day I heard Boot's
"knock" and went to let him in. Instead Fergie came running
in. I looked out; Boot gave me a disgusted look and walked
slowly away back into the yard, flicking his tail at me.
He had "knocked" for her!
When
Tribble (my female Torbi) was a baby she was bullied by
her adopted brother who wouldn't let her have any food.
So, being the protective mother that I am, I started giving
Tribble a little extra food at 9:00 p.m. every night. We
had a little ritual where she would hop up on the couch
beside me and meow and I would tell her that I would need
"kisses" first, which meant that I needed to give her a
little kiss on the top of her head and then I would feed
her. Every night for 6 months she would hop up, stand on
her tippy toes and stuff the top of her head in my face
for me to kiss and then she would get some food. It got
so that I didn't even have to ask for kisses anymore. After
awhile she got big enough to fight her brother for food
so I stopped giving her extra at night, no matter how hard
she tried to get a kiss from me. Now it's 3 years later.
Last Saturday I was sitting in my wooden chair (the couch
from babyhood is gone) and for the first time in 3 years
little Tribble trotted up to me, hopped up on my lap (Tribble
is anything but a lap cat and she was very unsteady doing
this), and stuffed her little head practically in my mouth
and wouldn't stop until I gave her some food. I was amazed
at how 3 years could go by without any sign of her having
remembered that behaviour and all of a sudden it occured
to her what she could do to fill her tummy. I wonder sometimes
who is training whom?
 My
cat Seth was from an abandoned litter and in poor health and
he was barely three weeks old when I brought him home. Booker,
my brother's Rottweiler, was around a year old at the time.
Shortly after we introduced them, we noticed a special bond
developing. Booker was infatuated with the new addition and
she groomed him constantly, followed him everywhere and she
was extremely protective.As time
passed both Booker and Seth had gained substantial weight...
as it turns out for completely different reasons. Seth managed
to supplement his calorie intake, hence the substantial weight
gain and Booker wasn't exactly "fattening up for the winter."
She had in fact been producing milk and providing late night
feeding sessions for the industrious little fur ball!
Booker
has since weaned and distanced herself from Seth, so he can
be more independent. But if we say, "Booker where's your Baby?"
she'll jump up and search for Seth. They still share special
moments together, but usually when no one is looking, like
it's a big secret.
Kevin
Breckenridge
Disappearing
Domino
My ex-husband
and I were moving out of an apartment. We had packed up everything
except for our four cats. The carriers came out and the cats
took off (of course). We found three of them, put them in
the bathroom and started looking for the fourth cat, Domino,
our Japanese Bobtail (from the Humane Society). Well, to our
bafflement she was nowhere to be found! We knew she couldn't
have sneaked outside, and all the furniture was gone, so we
couldn't figure out where she could be! We looked and looked
for 2 hours and still no Domino. I began to cry, thinking
she had somehow ran outside when we weren't looking. Finally
we decided to let the other cats out of the bathroom, thinking
they would flush Domino out if she was in the apartment. Our
elderly, sour-tempered cat, Flash, strode right into the kitchen
and stared pointedly at the silverware drawer. We opened it
up and voila! There was Domino! Somehow, we still don't know
how, she had crammed herself into a tiny little silverware
drawer! My old cat Flash saved Domino's life and my sanity!
M.
C.
In February
I was furious with myself when I discovered that both of my
female cats where pregnant. I had put off having them fixed
and now I had to pay for my procrastination. My older cat
Princess gave birth to four beautiful kittens and she is a
loving and devoted mother, but her devotion didn't end there.
Two days later my niece who lives in another state called
me to tell me that her cat just had four kittens. Her cat
unfortunately rejected them and within 24 hours three of the
kittens had died. We decided to take a chance, so I rushed
down there and brought back the last kitten. As soon as I
entered my home I brought this baby to Princess and she took
him without hesitation. Within hours the kitten was on the
road to a full recovery.
Some
might think this must be the end of the story, and we thought
so too. But within a week when the kittens began opening their
eyes our little adoptee developed a serious eye infection.
His eye swelled up and had to be cleaned, with the gentlest
of care we got him through yet another crisis. This was when
we decided to call him Lucky. We felt it fit.
Two
weeks after Princess had her kittens, our other female, Anna,
gave birth to two kittens and sadly one died shortly after
birth. It seems that Anna had gone into premature labor. The
day after Anna had her kittens I was surprised to discover
that Anna was still pregnant and later that afternoon Anna
again delivered two kittens, but sadly one was stillborn.
Princess and Anna soon began sharing the same nursery box
and all the motherly duties. It was such a wonderful thing
to observe, Princess adopting a baby not her own shows us
that no matter what the circumstances we can all learn to
give just a little more of ourselves to someone in need.
Carolyn
J. Kruczynski
When
my husband and I were first married we had a cat we called
Wanda. Wanda was unusual as she would eat anything my husband,
Tom, ate. One night Tom made a big plate full of homemade
fries. When they were ready Tom put them on a plate and laid
then on the coffee table in the living room as we were going
to eat fries and watch a little TV. Knowing how much the cat
loved fries he took about ten of them and went into the kitchen
to cut them up for Wanda and cool them off. I was in our bedroom
when I heard Tom yelling and I rushed out to discover the
cause. While he was cooling off the fries for his beloved
cat, she was in the living room cleaning up on the plate of
piping hot fries!
J.
Chase
When
my male Tabby cat named Fimo (pronounced Feemo) was a kitten
he would wake me up before sunrise to feed him. In order to
see my way in the dark I had to pull the chain on the lamp
beside the bed to turn on the light. It didn't take him long
to equate pulling the lamp chain to Mommy getting up and feeding
him. Many nights I was awakened at unbelievably early hours
of the morning to see the fuzz-ball with the lamp chain between
his toes with a satisfied look on his face having just turned
on the light! Four years have passed now and the old lamp
is gone, replaced by a new lamp with a chain. He has matured
now and knows he doesn't have to go to all the effort he did
as a kitten. Now he just stands on his back legs and bats
at the lamp chain so that it rings like a bell against the
metal base and I still get up to feed him.
Jan
Walsh
Our
cat Oscar is a great fan of tennis. My fiancée Kristin
and I used to play tennis every day at our apartment, and
like a dog, Oscar would follow us out to the courts and take
his place of honor by the net. When the game would get going,
he would attack any ball caught by the net and pass cynical
judgments with dismissive looks every time we would make a
play that he found unentertaining. Once in a while, Oscar
would even return balls from the net. A unique mixture of
ball boy and net judge, Oscar is one of the most sports-minded
animals we know.
Michael
A. Chaney
One
day my husband and I brought home a silver, shiny, helium
balloon. Our cat, Chook, decided this was obviously a present
for her. We are very lucky she did! Have you ever see a cat
jogging around the house with a balloon string in her mouth?
It's one of the funniest things you've ever seen. Chook's
favorite game is to run across the room, jump up to catch
the balloon string in her mouth, then just keep on running
with the balloon flying behind her. It's priceless, you have
to see it to believe it. Now about twice a month, Chook gets
a great new toy and we get free, unbelievable entertainment!
Nirit
Libal
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