ok everyone on here has got to have stories of your first cat. my first cat was an all grey cat buster but he died =[ my mom accidentally backed over him going out on her way to work, well thats what i was told, i remember that day my parents were fighting badly. but anyways my mom would not get out of bed or stop crying so we got BJ (buster jr.) and me and him were attached i was like 5 years old and he let me drag him around, dress him up, and he would even sleep with me either above my head or by my side, he was my buddy, best part he was a kitten when we got him so we grew up together. i am looking at pictures of me and him playing outside and us just being silly, well we were living at my grandparents house when he ran away. i was so sad that i wouldnt stop crying and my papa's heart grew a bit warmer (he's kinda cold hearted) actually went around town to look for him but no sign of him =[. i still dont know where he went but i know that BJ will always have a special spot in my heart
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your first cat! (first cat story)
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Posted 3 weeks ago by sweetamy189 #
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My very first cat was a calico named patches. Don't remember too much about her except that she liked to eat the potato peelings whenever mom peeled potatoes for dinner.
Posted 3 weeks ago by planetkitty #
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Ok first cat, she lived a good 21 to 23 years. my very first memory was actualy of her momma cat. I was 4 and a half. I was sitting on the porch steps at my dads and the cat kept coming over to me and meowing. it wanted me to follow it. I followed the cat and saw a bunch of kittens all scattered so I got a box and an old blanket from the barn where the farm people were working on the land my dad rented. so I put all the kittens including the one that would become my cat in the box. I remember the little grey and white kitten like it was yesterday that I held her. I held her as carefully and gently as i could making sure her whole body was supported and I just sat by the box playing with the kittens but he grey and white one was just so sweet :) whenever I came over to where the kittens where, she would come over to me and get snuggles. it was funny as she grew we would creep through the fields around the farm and this kitten taught me how to catch grasshoppers lol
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The first cat in my life owned me first! Jinx was older than I and was the family cat; we grew up together! She was an all black shorthair and lived to around 19, not bad for an indoor/outdoor kitty. The first cat that was pretty much mine (i.e., assuming responsibility for care and expenses) was Taz. She was also a black shorthair. Got her from a pet shop. She was there with her twin and she meowed so I picked her. She was a crazy kitty, high-strung like Leela is, but she was a purring machine and loads of fun. When I got married, she didn't adapt to where we lived, so Mom & Dad happily took her back. She had calmed with age and turned into a mature, lovable kitty.
Posted 3 weeks ago by JoanfromNewJersey #
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My first cat was a gray tabby DSH named (wait for it) Kitty Kat. I was seven when my mom brought him home, and he was just the cutest kitten I ever saw. One night I woke up because I heard him mewing -- and I got the surprise of my life when I saw his eyes glow in the dark! I screamed and cried; my mom ran into my my room and asked me what was wrong. I told her, "The cat's eyes light up!" She kinda giggled, then she told me that cats' eyes light up in the dark. Kitty Kat grew up to be kind of OG (original gangster, for those not in the loop); he'd go out for the night and come back the next morning beat up, ears chewed up, fur missing. He'd shake it off and do it again the very next night. One night he went outside and never came back. I swear, a few months later, a little kitten came to our doorstep who looked EXACTLY like Kitty Kat, only he was an orange tabby DSH; we named him Graham (because he was the color of a graham cracker). Not even two months later, he went outside and never came home, but I believe someone kidnapped him, not knowing it was someone's cat (this was in the late '70s and early '80s; there wasn't as big a push to have your pets tagged as there is now, and microchipping a pet didn't exist then. There also wasn't the awareness of pets being a part of the family like there is now; pets then were seen as property).
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My first cat was a gift to me from my godmum after my baptism. He was all black with blue eyes and my mother named him Spitfire. He was absolutely beautiful, but HATED my dad. He would crap in his boots, pee on his silk pajamas. We had him until I was about 4 and then he went to live with my babysitter. I don't remember much about him except that he was beautiful.
The next kitty we had was a meezer named ClingToy, and he was strictly my mom's cat - he wasn't very friendly and he never shut up. He eventually ran away and wound up living 2 blocks over - my mom was really bummed about it, but ClingToy didn't like my dad either, so it was for the best.Posted 3 weeks ago by HuddysMama #
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My dad was scared of cats until he met Sebastian in 92. After that he was cool with them and they all liked him. Maverick used to jump up and sit behind him all the time. I don't know if it was something that happened in his childhood or what, but cats definitely freaked him out for a long time.
Posted 3 weeks ago by HuddysMama #
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Our first cat was when I was about 6! Her name was Kot/cat in Polish. She was an all white short hair we got from a farm lady Up North! Kot had 2 litters. After the 2nd my mom decided to give her up & keep one kit/Winkey an all white fluffier male...that was the start. (My dad wasn't fond of cats so it was great he put up with them/us!!!)Then we moved on to Blackie/feral male, Sushi/female choco pt siamese-mix and now my little Dottie/dotted tuxie female! Crockey came along last year as a Cremesicle male/stray!(To add to the mix my sis had kits too!)Oh, what fun!
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Indeed, Vicki! lol
Posted 3 weeks ago by HuddysMama #
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The first cat I remember was Sam. She was so tiny when my mom got her that they didn't know her gender. When she got old enough to tell they officially changed her name to Samantha, but we still called her Sam. She was a seal point siamese and I remember her as being a sweet cat who never hissed or scratched. The first cat that was mine to take care of was Sunny. He was an orangie boy and was oh so sweet. He would follow us everywhere. He was an indoor/outdoor cat and eventually was hit by a car. After that was Heathcliff and very large Siamese tom that we got from my adopted grandparents. He had belonged to their son, but when he got shipped overseas by the army, his wife took off and left their two cats in the house. Heathcliff was the absolute best cat in the world. He was snuggly and patient. I could dress him in doll clothes and he never objected, hissed or scratched. He was deathly afraid of my baby duckling and more so when it grew up to be a big duck, but other than that he was king cat of the neighborhood. This was the 70's and he wasn't neutered and there were lots of siamese kittens in the neighborhood!
Posted 3 weeks ago by KYKAT 12 23 #
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I posted this on another topic a while ago but it is when I "got" the farm cats.
I "got" the farm cats when I started to feed calves.
Our family's farm actually belonged to my dad and his three brothers. My dad mixed the feed for all the cows/heifers and fed calves. Then he got MG (mynathesia gravis, if I managed to spell that right) and after his surgery wouldn't be able to work at the farm for at least three months. That is when I started to feed calves (by choice, I wasn't forced to lol!) and I was in 5th grade. On average there were 20 calves on milk at a time and then another 20 that were in that barn and were more like 6-9 months old. I don't know why my dad and his brothers trusted an 11 year old to feed all the calves but they did though my aunt helped sometimes. Of course all good farm have cats (or that is my opinion) and I took care of all the cats that hung out in the calf barn.
I have to honestly say that I really didn't love cats then, I liked them but not nearly as much as I do now. To me they understood me and knew I was going through a hard time. When my mom got really sick they all knew that I was sad and would follow me around all the time. I don't remember what she had, it was some wierd name that I never can remember. But the farm cats loved me even though I was the "wierd kid" in school and loved me no matter what, that was when I really started to love cats.
Not many of those cats from 6 years ago are still around but their kids and grandkids are and those are the barn cats that I now take care of. I could never NOT take care of them. They have been there for me, I am going to keep being there for them.
Posted 3 weeks ago by furryfriends50 #
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We got our first cat when I was in about 2nd grade or so. We were all swimming (and then sitting at the table pouting like only kids can) and we kept begging my dad (my mother had given one of her, "It's up to your Dad" lines) to let us take this cute gray kitten home. It was a stray kitty that sort of belonged to the country club and it ended up disappearing at the end of the day. My father (stupidly, I might add!) said something like, "Well, if you can find it in the next 5 minutes, we'll take it home." Of course, the three of us scrounged around on our hands and knees and ended up finding her sleeping on her back underneath some bushes. We took her home and called her Smog---she was a beautiful Russian blue with one of the fullest faces I've ever seen on a cat. We were just talking about her full face last Saturday :)
Posted 3 weeks ago by FondaHonda #
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My mom bought me my first cat after my dog, Snappy, was put to sleep because he had cancer. She was a 4 month old blue Persian and I named her Puff, I was 12. She had been sick so the breeder couldn't sell her earlier. I came home from school and my bedroom door was closed--when I opened it there she was on my bed! She was always with me but she was a fussy eater. Because she was thin from being sick my mom would cook chicken livers for her to fatten her up. My parents moved to Florida when I was 19 and my mom wouldn't give her up because by then I had my meezer Sammy. She lived to be 19.
Posted 3 weeks ago by Sheba's Mom in Phx, AZ #
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