Ms. B, my beautiful tortiseshell girl who had the knot in her tail and the attitude to go with it. She was the Queen of the house and her duties were to ensure that no food was left untouched. She had the funniest leg twitch when her tummy was scratched :)She slept every night on the top of my pillow with her front paw touching my head.
Max, was my big flame-point boy with the most beautiful blue eyes. He was a Mama's boy for sure and always was there for his headbonks and scritches. He came home with me @ 8 yrs old and with Kinker because his former caretaker passed away and the family didn't want *old* kitties.
Kinker, this was my big grey tabby, he had a little soft meow and only I ever heard it. He was 10 yrs old when I brought him and Max home from the shelter and he was always grateful. He slept every night in the bend in my arm with my shoulder as his pillow.
Emma, you are a wonderful writer and whatever you use is much appreciated from me.
Hugs >^..^<
Posted 5 months ago by AZDEBRA 5/27 & crew #
I just have the one, Kilroy (the original). Huge, fluffy orangie who's fur was alway full of mats because he lived outdoors. He would come to the back door & my mom would sit on the stoop with a pair of embroidery scissors & cut the mats from his fur. He wasn't too bright, but super friendly. When guests arrived at our B&B he would greet them in the driveway & roll over to offer his tummy for petting.
I lost my Emma in January. She was 11 years old and Blue point Siamese mix. Her nickname was "Lump" because she was a total couch potato. She was a rescue and loved Thierry Henry like he was her own kitten.
Posted 5 months ago by KYKAT 12 23 #
Shaddo, the little grey and white cat who truly loved Christmas. He always made a place for himself under the tree.
Jiggs, my gentle giant. He was a big Maine Coon with brown tabby markings and a tail that went on forever. He loved his mama with all his heart.
They have many cousins along with sister Smokie - Taz, Aja, PJ and JRoc's Chinook just to name a few. This year they are joined by Simba and Smokey and some fosters (sister fosters).
My profile has a thread introducing Shaddo and Jiggs. I like to think that Shaddo, PJ and Smokey share an alikeness, as do Jiggs, Smokie and Chinook.
Posted 5 months ago by JoanfromNewJersey #
My sweet Sophie who just went to the bridge. She was a mellow medium long hair (black and apricot) tortie who got along with everyone and loved family dogs. Tessie who was a dilute tortie of gray and apricot. She was big and tromped when she walked. She was curious and friendly. She had large eyes and was extremely patient during her illness. Spookey was a white long haired cat who knew she was beautiful. She would watch herself in the mirror. She was devoted to me and followed me like a dog would. Patches was a feisty little calico. She could intimidate big dogs into cowering in the corner. I always said she had too much personality. She was a drama queen.
Posted 5 months ago by Cat talk rules #
Emma thank you for your next wonderful story. I lost my Lucky, 12-20 last year and his dear sister Lady a few months before. Lucky, grey tabby, Lady, an orange tabby. They would love to be in your story. I look forward to your words. And thank you for doing this.
Posted 5 months ago by Lynn from PA 6/8 #
Poor Jasper died of kidney cancer this year. He turned up in my yard one day, about nine years ago, one long ravenous streak of male tom tabbycat, stealing food. He lived at the feral colony that used to be across the road. and got the blame for a lot of the yowling, fighting and general feline wickedness that went on in my neighbourhood. But I was fostering kittens at the time and he was sooo sweet to them, despite my being afraid as a tom he would harm them. Eventually he moved into the garden, then inside the house, onto the couch and onto my lap, and was neutered. He had one ragged ear, dreadful teeth decay (most of his teeth eventually had to be taken out) feline aids and he was no oil painting. Then he lost an eye in a fight and developed diabetes as well. He was a train wreck of a cat but he was a total smooch. The boy vets in the local practice all seemed to think he was a very cool cat, so battered, an intact tom for so long, such a wicked past and yet he kept on keeping on... His diabetes was well under control too when the kidney cancer hit him. He could have kept on going, I reckon, if it hadn't been for that...
Little Baby Harley, a funny looking black and white kitty with swirly sides that looked like a cinnamon roll. He was Cousin Spike's brother and he fought harder to live than any other cat I've ever known. He went to the bridge last January. He loved getting up on the bed pillows then diving under the covers between us when he was visiting. He did the same thing at his own house.
Posted 5 months ago by CheetahBoysmommy #
{{{Major headbonks for all of our furry ones}}}
Posted 5 months ago by AZDEBRA 5/27 & crew #
Mitzi, my Mum's dear 20 year old Russian Blue and constant companion who she adopted when her family and younger sons moved to a tropical South Pacific island to live. Mitzi was too old to live in a hot country
Posted 5 months ago by Moonshadow_NZ #
Most recently, I find myself without Even, a plush shorthaired white cat with black "van" markings. He was talkative, curious, confident, and had to insert himself into everything. He had to sleep near my head, unless Glenn was in the bed, too - in which case he *had* to sleep between us. A photo of him with his Santa cap on, in later years while he was sick, only to humor me:
http://s153.photobucket.com/albums/s201/anncetera/?action=view¤t=EvenChristmas2009.jpg
I lost the medium-coat sealpoint Siamese kitten, at about 8-10 weeks of age. She was brought home very sick on a freezing, windy day from the postal route I was covering. She lay dying as I delivered mail... we rushed her to the vet, she rallied briefly, but she died at 4:30 am from severe anemia, malnutrition, and worm infestation. She died from sheer neglect. She was warm and loved when she passed:
I lost the tiny black shorthaired kitten from MamaCat's litter, which she finally brought to the front porch about 4 or 5 years ago. She had the litter in a neighbor's yard, under a pile of pallets - exactly where nobody could reach them (smart kitty). The poor little girl was not eating as well as others that evening, and would wander off a bit... the next morning she experienced more than 5 seizures, the final one as we were in the vet's office, where she suffered serious, brief pain and brain damage. Her suffering came to a quick end, which was all I could do to help; her life ended far too soon. I can't seem to find my only photo of her, her mama and the rest of the litter are on my front doormat outside my front door for the first time. She was the smallest kitten in the litter, looking straight up at me when everyone else was far more interested in the food on the plate.
And while many cats have snuggled into a corner of my heart, over many years, I have to mention Booger (aka Boogerman, the Boogerboy, Boogerbutt, the Masked Avenger, or CowCat). He was the first in his litter talking, walking, playing with the dog (learning dog games), and took readily to learning voice commands and walking on a leash. He knew sit, lie down, jump (to wherever I snapped my fingers), and shake paws (right paw only). He was purely affection trained - he would do anything to please me, a real mama's boy and more vocal than any cat I'd met (barring a Siamese or two). He lived to see thirteen, but eventually died from hyperthyroidism. Here is a photo of a cat who looks exactly like him:
Posted 5 months ago by anncetera2 #
Ann, all very beautiful looking kitties >^..^<
Posted 5 months ago by AZDEBRA 5/27 & crew #
My beloved tuxie boy, Sam, the Earthquake Cat -- not because he was big. He was, but he came to us after the Big Quake of '94, thus the Earthquake Cat. He had a big head and a notch in his left ear from when he was an intact tom. And white gloves and white hip boots and his black vest met twice over his tummy. He was so congenial, he liked everyone (except dogs). Although not a lap cat, he liked to curl up next me on the couch, just touching my leg. And he had to inspect my plate at every meal, but especially breakfast. It just wasn't a meal without a white paw coming up to tap on my leg or arm so that inspection could take place. His favorite place was sitting by the swimming pool at twilight, like a lion at a waterhole. And he only fell in once. If the Bridge has a meet 'n greet committee besides the Wolf and Mama Kitty, I'm sure he's a member.
Thanks, Emma.
Posted 5 months ago by GizzysAuntie #
Shiva was my first cat, pure white with almond eyes. He ruled the house for 13 years and taught me to be a good meowmy. He loved his catnip!
Casey adopted me one warm summer night in 1995 with her 2 kittens in tow. She was hungry and still trying to nurse the kittens who were about 3 months old. She was a long hair tabby and the most loving cat I have known. She had a stroke on Thanksgiving Day 2003, one of the few times Joe and I could both be there with her. We rushed her to the emergency vet, but the news was not good, and we were there to hold her as she crossed the Bridge.
Kali was one of Casey's kittens. He was the smaller of the 2, and I originally thought he was a girl. Although both kittens were given a clean bill of health from the vet, they both had occult leukemia. Kali passed at 14 months, but before his illness gripped him, he loved playing with his turbo scratcher and following his Uncle Shiva all over the house.
Inkspot, or Inky, was Casey's other kitten. She is the cat that made the deepest impression on me. She was totally devoted to Kali, even when he was sick, and mourned his passing. Shiva befriended her and used to leave her a few bites of his breakfast. Then they would curl up together, the all white one and Inky, all black with emerald eyes. She also followed me around the house and was interested in whatever I was doing, earning her the nickname "Helpful Harry". She developed the symptoms of the same disease by the end of that year, although we were blessed that she went into remission. Inkspot crossed the Bridge on December 2,1997 at the age of 2 1/2. I have a tattoo of a black cat surrounded by flowers in her honor.
Missy, our Caribbean cat, was adopted by my husband when he was working in the Turks and Caicos Islands. Of course when he came home, so did Missy. Her name was shortened from Mrs. McGonigle, from Harry Potter, since she looked like the cat that she turned into. She was a shorthair tabby with eyes that were emerald green like Inkspot's. She loved to sit on your shoulder like a parrot. She had a knack for getting into trouble and making what we came to call a "Missy Mess". She had a heart murmer, and one night she curled up next to me in bed a quietly crossed the Bridge.
Posted 5 months ago by MaryLynnVa #
Over a lifetime, there have been many wonderful, special kitties from our home that lived loved and loving lives before going home to God. Most recently, and the one I've lost since on TDK, was my precious Tigger.
He was a petite gray tiger tabby with black stripes and a cute little patches of white in his front leg underarms. He had a royal stripe of office across his chest.
Most noticeably, he had severely crossed eyes and a loud, almost Siamese type, voice with a trademark double meow when he was hunting his beloved paper mousies. He had the hugest yawns of any cat I've ever known and always ended them with an emphatic meow at the end. He also did the most extravagant chop licking after a meal, quite a show to watch.
Whenever I had been gone, whether all day at work or for just a minute out to the mailbox he was waiting for me at the door, imperiously meowing for me to get back inside with him where I belonged.
He loved to go outside for walks. He'd been an outside kitty for 8 years with my cousin before he came to live with us for 14 more years. It wasn't safe to let him roam freely here but I'd take him out on harness and leash. He spent much of his last day out in the grass simply drinking in smells and sounds and sights even though I had to carry him because he'd lost all strength in his hind legs. God blessed us with a gentle breeze, warm sun not too hot, freshly greened grass and quiet time together.
Tigger was lovingly known as Tigger the Terrible because he was so terribly Tigger. Actually, there was nothing terrible about him, only very imperious, very demanding, very bossy. He was also extremely sweet natured, incredibly playful, loved to play jokes on the other kitties, and quite a velcro kitty for snuggling.
Tigger had a trademark way of sprawling on the back or arm of a chair with all four legs dangling freely over the sides and little chin down while his crossed eyes kept laser track of every movement in the room.
He'd often wake from a nap and suddenly go find a paper mouse to bat around, carry around and generally triumph over as his hunted trophy, loudly double meowing the entire time. I so miss hearing him and watching him do that. Often he'd bring the mousies to us, even to wake us up in the middle of the night to bring one up on the bed, walk up on top of us and drop the paper mousie on our chest with a loud purr of loving generosity.
He was Uncle Tigger to my remaining 3 cats. When Alice and Frisky came as 10 week old kittens he gently herded them around and taught them their manners almost like a mother cat. And he was kind to Mandi.
I know that Tigger is in God's care and doesn't hurt any more from his arthritis and renal failure that finally claimed his life. And I'm sure he demands feather time playing with the feather on a wand and regular fresh paper mousies to hunt. And, no doubt, kitties new to the meadow are greeted with a double meow and a trophy paper mouse presented to them as a generous gesture.
Emma...just the thought of what beautiful words you will write for our furbabies made me cry. Memories of my past sweetlings made me cry even harder.
I'll never forget my femmy little tortie Julie. She was queen of kits.
My Binky...he went way back & (Bless his Heart) was tolerable w/all kits who came after.
My rootin' tootin' Cowboy was a stinker but always made me laugh w/his picking on others.
Sweet Squeekers is thought of almost daily since she left Buddy a widow. She loved Buddy so much & showed it every single day. She walked away one night never to return.
Most everyone knows the only cuddle-under-the-covers baby I ever had who was Winnie. She played a fierce game of fetch w/paper wads & jumped as high as 10 ft. off the grnd. at times.
And of course...you all know my Hopper!! Who would've thought a feral on the streets would make me try for 6 yrs. before finally trapping him. He turned into a mushy pile of lap cat & couldn't get enuf of his meowmy. He was quite a mess tho from street fighting. Leg was pulled out of joint(hence,his name). His tail had 2 permanent breaks in it. And his front fangs would poke out at you in different directions on some days. But he was the happiest little beat up boy there was as long as he had meowmy around him.
There were others I had before TDK. Dweeb...he was Binky's Stepdad. The only father Binky ever knew.
And Bunny...the most beautiful cat that could pass for a bunny if you ever saw one. She was all wht. with a smidgen of brown on the tip of her tail & on 1 ear. She succumbed to cancer that took part of 1 ear & her entire nose. I cried for months when she left bcuz of the pain she had endured. I wish i'd helped her sooner.
And there was Booty. The biggest & only Maine Coon that ever owned me. When his owner passed away,he came calling over to my place. Everyone was afraid of him due to his size. But he was nothing more than a lovebug that wanted his lovins' & his foodies. He never raised a paw to any other cat.
A Big Thank You Emma for taking your Time & Emotional Strength to embark on your newest mission. I can't wait for your results. Your a great writer with a clear picture of what it's like to Love,Live with & Lose a precious pet.
My Bastian kitty...All black kitty, short hair...loved to sleep with me under the blankets. She passed back in 2005 :( She was 13 when she passed..
Thank you Emma
Posted 5 months ago by cricketsmama #
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