I have been thinking of all the cats I have loved before, I hope I remember them all.
When I was a little girl my mom rescued a cat from the pound. He was beautiful, I think what you call a flame point himylain? His name was Benjamin, he was not her first choice but he was set to be pts in 1/2 hour so he is the one she picked. He was MEAN, for some reason he hated me, he was declawed but he would swipe me so hard in the ankles while chasing me down the hallway that I would bruise! He lived a long and happy life with my family and then had a stroke and had to be pts.
When my sister was 4 (and I was 10) my mom got her a kitten, Rosemary. My sister has Muscular Dystrophy. Rosemary was her best friend. They had a bond that was unbelieveable. Rosemary lived to be 16 and then went into severe kidney failure. When she quit eating and using her box and moving my sister had to make the painful decision to help her cross to the bridge in peace. A few months later my sister (at 21) moved to a nursing home.
We had a variety of farm cats.
Gingerfish was orange and came with the farm. She was sweet. Frisky and Moe we brought to the farm. They were a great pair of brothers, grey tabbies. Moe met an unfortunate end when he jumped in a spair tire on the pickup and jumped off during a drive. Frisky LOVED the dogs and lived happily with them. Then he met an unfortunate end by hanging himself on chicken wire.
Millie came with the next farm my parents bought. She was wild but after much patience and many nights sitting on the deck I tamed her. She was then the sweetest cat, she LOVED to be petted.
Oxford just apeared on the farm. He was white and tabby and feral. He got ran over by the neigbors combine and brought home by the dog.
Littlefoot and her daughter Mia were calicos. Mia dissapeared. Littlefoot had premature kittens and then also dissapeared.
Storm and Sugar were a pair of beautiful white cats adopted from the vet, she said she fixed them herself. Sugar had 6 kittens. She died a month later and then we raised the kittens inside. Storm dissapeared after Sugar died.
I do not live at home anymore, now my parents have figured out that the barn cats kept disapearing because of local coyotes. So they only have 2 barn cats now, both mostly black and white, brothers named Curious and Jonah. They have been there for years so must be outsmarting the coyotes.
I have no problem with barn cats. But my kitties will always be indoor kitties (might have barn cats someday if we live on a farm though). I had to precious fur babies, Lister and Smedley. Lister was a beautiful tabico girl orange and grey and brown and white and striped. Smedley was a fluffy black and white guy. They were the best cats in the world. They are no longer with us but I will NEVER forget them.
And of course, now my Raven who I hope to have a lifetime of happiness with.
When I was a little girl my mom rescued a cat from the pound. He was beautiful, I think what you call a flame point himylain? His name was Benjamin, he was not her first choice but he was set to be pts in 1/2 hour so he is the one she picked. He was MEAN, for some reason he hated me, he was declawed but he would swipe me so hard in the ankles while chasing me down the hallway that I would bruise! He lived a long and happy life with my family and then had a stroke and had to be pts.
When my sister was 4 (and I was 10) my mom got her a kitten, Rosemary. My sister has Muscular Dystrophy. Rosemary was her best friend. They had a bond that was unbelieveable. Rosemary lived to be 16 and then went into severe kidney failure. When she quit eating and using her box and moving my sister had to make the painful decision to help her cross to the bridge in peace. A few months later my sister (at 21) moved to a nursing home.
We had a variety of farm cats.
Gingerfish was orange and came with the farm. She was sweet. Frisky and Moe we brought to the farm. They were a great pair of brothers, grey tabbies. Moe met an unfortunate end when he jumped in a spair tire on the pickup and jumped off during a drive. Frisky LOVED the dogs and lived happily with them. Then he met an unfortunate end by hanging himself on chicken wire.
Millie came with the next farm my parents bought. She was wild but after much patience and many nights sitting on the deck I tamed her. She was then the sweetest cat, she LOVED to be petted.
Oxford just apeared on the farm. He was white and tabby and feral. He got ran over by the neigbors combine and brought home by the dog.
Littlefoot and her daughter Mia were calicos. Mia dissapeared. Littlefoot had premature kittens and then also dissapeared.
Storm and Sugar were a pair of beautiful white cats adopted from the vet, she said she fixed them herself. Sugar had 6 kittens. She died a month later and then we raised the kittens inside. Storm dissapeared after Sugar died.
I do not live at home anymore, now my parents have figured out that the barn cats kept disapearing because of local coyotes. So they only have 2 barn cats now, both mostly black and white, brothers named Curious and Jonah. They have been there for years so must be outsmarting the coyotes.
I have no problem with barn cats. But my kitties will always be indoor kitties (might have barn cats someday if we live on a farm though). I had to precious fur babies, Lister and Smedley. Lister was a beautiful tabico girl orange and grey and brown and white and striped. Smedley was a fluffy black and white guy. They were the best cats in the world. They are no longer with us but I will NEVER forget them.
And of course, now my Raven who I hope to have a lifetime of happiness with.