How'd you meet your cat(s)?
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How'd you meet your cat(s)?
| Sat, 08-21-2004 - 5:27pm |
Hi everyone,
I was curious how each of you got your cat(s)
| Sat, 08-21-2004 - 5:27pm |
Hi everyone,
I was curious how each of you got your cat(s)
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Libby is my 8 1/2 yr old Scottish Fold-that-doesn't-fold. I adopted her at a cat show in Santa Monica. Her previous owner wasn't going to breed or show any longer. Basic brown tabby markings and just really sweet kitty! She is purebred but I never bothered with the CFA papers. I wanted the cat, not the documentation.
Sam used to be my brother's cat. He moved in with us nearly 2 years ago but moved back to Iowa last December. He couldn't take Sammy with him and now Sam is so much a part of the family that my brother doesn't get him back. He's solid black and pretty muscular. Sam's 5 years old.
Rusty is the baby. Pure Heinz 57 Kitty and *very* spunky and talkative!! DH just could not leave him. He is still trying to catch Rusty's sibling but Mom and sibling are on the other side of a big chain link fence that security doesn't want people climbing over.
I grew up with cats ALWAYS and so must ALWAYS have them around. My two current cats are Fatty and Bat-girl. (Or if I am talking too fast, Fat-girl and Batty) Fatty was born into my house to my parent's cat before I got married. We found homes for all of the kittens, but Fatty was so cute, I couldn't let him go. My dad was also attached to another kitty, and we always would bicker over who got to stay. We bickered so long, they both stayed. Fatty has had quite a succession of names. First he was Shrimp, then Riff-Raff, and finally he was just so fat and fluffy that Fatty was inevitable. Then I got married and had to have Fatty come with me, of course. We moved into a 200 square foot shack at the back of someone's garage and Fatty was fairly happy, I suppose. But if we went out of town and brought him to my parent's, we could tell he was so much happier with the other cats. So we thought if we got him a friend, he'd be happy. I had been begging my husband for a new kitten, and he kept putting me off.
Then while we were searching for a new apartment, Fate brought us our next kitty. We walked into the office, and they had two kittens in a box. One was orange, and one was black. The black one had already been claimed. (The litter had been found outside in some bushes.) My husband said I could keep the orange one, but I was honestly torn. I'd had DOZENS of orange cats growing up. I kind of wanted something different, but I also wanted to help this kitty. But then the girl who claimed the black kitty said, "I have a dark gray cat at home already, would you be interested in trading?" I was so happy, I had always wanted a pure black cat. So we took her home. Her name was Persephone for about three hours, but I woke up in the middle of the night and she was staring at me, her ears were so big...she just looked like a bat. Plus she had a super-hero like personality, so Bat-girl she was. I just knew it as soon as I opened my eyes that night. And she has lived up to her awesome name!!!
First impressions were so wrong! I really started to like Cookie. She was moody to most people, but very warm and affectionate with me. She grew on me. At one point I moved in with my nephew for a few months and it was no surprise that she immediately decided to sleep with me in my bed. This was all new to me and I wasn't sure if I liked it, but again her warmth won me over. She slept with me. A few months later my nephew decided to move out of state. He had by this time added a dog, but decided he would move alone. Well he found a home for the calico and the dog, but as he said to me, "After 7years with Cookie, she gave me up for you so I guess she's your cat." I thought it over very carefully, researched cats and decided to make the committment. Cookie and I moved out.
One would think this was a traumatic move for Cookie, leaving a prior owner and some friends behind, but she was right at home with me. Oddly enough the dog and cat that my nephew still had grieved when Cookie left. Well, it really wasn't so odd. Even though Cookie would swat a paw at both of them from time to time, and neither animal was allowed near me, she was the "queen" of the household. They were very sad when they lost their queen.
Meanwhile, I made an appt with a vet-7yrs and one vet visit in her life! I wanted her fixed and she looked to have a problem with ear mites. The first visit she got an initial shot for the mites and a month later she was scheduled to be spayed. (loaded with mites the vet said) Of course, Cookie went into heat before I could get her fixed. And how terrible it was for her. I read about the process of going into heat for female cats and I realized this was not comfortable for her. For 7years she had gone in and out of heat, always an in-door cat. To see her cry, I thought it was so cruel not to do something for her. She would pace back and forth and finally jump on the bed with me and continue to pace. I started to sing a lullabye and she wrapped her legs around my arm and fell asleep. Until she saw the vet a month later, that's how she fell asleep each night, hearing my wretched singing. But she was fixed, had her final ear mite shot, and I caught her up on her required injections. Even though the vet highly recommended it, I said no to declawing.
Well, it's a year and 1/2 later and I have learned alot from my little friend. She does her own thing each night, but pretty much sticks with me. Like most cat owners I have learned what her meows mean and we both have each other trained! And after many years on this planet, I am now a very happy cat person.
John
*WELCOME* to Cats Carin!
Hi Carin.
Katz
My husband and I moved into a new apartment a little over a year ago and were dying to get a pet. We live upstairs, so our only option was to get a cat (dogs are only allowed down-stairs). We went to our local animal shelter just to take a look and my husband immediately saw one that he was interested in. We looked at a couple of more and then left. About 2 weeks later, we went back just to take another look and I found one that I was interested in. After about a week, we went back, and his was still there. We took her out of the cage and let her walk around for a bit and she seemed very sweet. I went to put her back in the cage and, before I could get the door shut, she quickly turned around and put her front paws up on my chest and looked at me. Yeah, that was it. I melted! We adopted her right then! She is such a sweetheart and hilarious!! She 'talks' ALL THE TIME!! Even giving us a lecture when we get home from work LOL!!! Here lately she's become quite facinated with the idea of drinking out of the sink and licking the water off of the walls while one of us is in the shower. I'm waiting for her to actually jump in LOL
Great question Carin!
(Good to see you have a "Boots" also!)
My Boots, Patches, & Thomasina were all gotten within the same year as kittens by my dh's mother.
Katz
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