Re: More on cats!
I'm sorry about your cat LadyFish...<br /><br />I have been holding back for a while now as well for the same reason. My Family lost my cat (Kitty , a tabby) of 18 years in May. The wife brought her home just before we were married against my wishes and she became mine ever since. I taught kitty karate and self defence and we played an attacked each other all over the house like Peter Sellers and KaTO.I tried to let her win as much as possible.<br /><br />She stayed a small cat so I never gave her a typical name. As a Kitten it was "Turbo Kitty".<br /><br /> My arms and hands were always ripped to shreads. I never would allow my wife to have her declawed and I would rarely cut her nails unless she went to far on occasion.<br /><br />Kitty, would drink water only from a sink of slow running water. I always left a slow drip when we when out of town. When I came home from work, she would demand that I turn the **** water on and would not shut up til I did! Then she might have a drink of water or she would sit in or aroud the sink and purrrrrrr as I told her about my day...<br /><br />She would never over eat and she would sometimes eat individual pieces of cat chow with one paw, she would scoop her paw under one and slide it up the side of the bowl until it rolled into it and take it to her mouth like a squirrel only she use only one paw. She did this when she was bored not hungry.<br /><br />All of my friends would admire "what a cute little kitty you have there", as she curiously gazed at them..... start to reach to pet..."<br />PLEASE BE CAREFUL SHE HAS CLAWS!"... put there hand down to pet her......"Its ok she a cutie" and BAM! KATO has another victom..<br /><br />She didnt care much for anyone else, or the wife, even though she feed her and all. Because of this, the wife didnt much tolerate her either. Jellous.. Kitty would hide and attack the wife playfully tapping her legs with the tips of her claws while running/chasing her from one room to another. Picture a cat running behind you on hing legs like when they chase butterflies.<br /><br />That reminds me she could also catch a football. I would spiral a little soft football up to the upstairs balcony and she would "catch and release back to me".<br /><br />Kitty, was very stubborn and possesive of my attention. Kitty would hiss at the wife if she tried to move her away from me or try to kick her out of the bed at night. I never interfeared with their squabbles as they both had issues.<br /><br />When 10 year old was born, my wife laid all of the many piles of clothes and gifts on the floor along the walls. Maybe 10-12 1 ft. high piles. Kitty, being a bad sport about the new family addition, S#it! on everyone one of them piles! The wife was histerical! And demanded punishment! <br />Kitty went way to far! And if she had the brains, emotions, whatever to carry out this expression, then she had to learn the consequences. Took awhile to find her cause **** well knew what she had done,....under the couch. I chased her all over the house and I was so mad because the disciplin needs to happen ASAP for it to be affective. Her punishment was the garage for a week, after rubbin her nose in all the gifts that SHE left. In order to get her there I had to grab her from under the bed. She was waiting to teach me another lesson.. to her suprise I(normally I would catch her later when she calmed down, not today) I grabbed her! and she grabbed my arm.I carried her to the garage while wondering how I'm going to get her off and into the garage without her taking my arm with her. Being pretty resourceful in an emergency, centrifical force came to mind as the only realistic way to remove her from my arm and place her in the dungeun at the same time. Picture girls fast pitch softball in the 1st step of the manuver, and bowling a strike from the floor all the way to dooras the 2nd part. Boy she sure was surprised that the pink panther hadnt showed her all the tricks of the trade. Later she became another momma to both of my boys.<br /><br />Then came the dog(wife again against my wishes). Picture Morris and Odie. Kitty would slap her up side the head almost everytime Sally would walk by too close. For no reason and without looking or moving from the sitting position. Sally wanted Kittys love so bad, and Kitty new it.<br /><br />When she died in my arms at the vet, it really affected me. It is again, as I type this line... because she never really grew old on me in spirit or in health until her body suddenly failed her in a few months time. And I didnt realize what was going on. I didnt even realize how old she had become until the vet asked me. He was amazed and told me that there was nothing I could have done had I acted sooner. He could help her to live maybe another six months and she would die anyway.<br /><br />Driving home with her body that night.. I cried, and held her still warm body close to me. I begged her to forgive me for telling her to shut up at night her last few weeks. There was something different in her cries and I did not pick up on it. <br /><br />I got home told to wife, kids and Sally... and we cried.<br /><br />We buried her that night in the back yard at the foot of an old ficus tree stump that she sit on at night before she died.<br /><br />I see her all the time now and I realize shes still with me..even if its in my own mind. Her image in the darkness of night around the house haunts me. <br /><br />I loved that danm cat.
I'm sorry about your cat LadyFish...<br /><br />I have been holding back for a while now as well for the same reason. My Family lost my cat (Kitty , a tabby) of 18 years in May. The wife brought her home just before we were married against my wishes and she became mine ever since. I taught kitty karate and self defence and we played an attacked each other all over the house like Peter Sellers and KaTO.I tried to let her win as much as possible.<br /><br />She stayed a small cat so I never gave her a typical name. As a Kitten it was "Turbo Kitty".<br /><br /> My arms and hands were always ripped to shreads. I never would allow my wife to have her declawed and I would rarely cut her nails unless she went to far on occasion.<br /><br />Kitty, would drink water only from a sink of slow running water. I always left a slow drip when we when out of town. When I came home from work, she would demand that I turn the **** water on and would not shut up til I did! Then she might have a drink of water or she would sit in or aroud the sink and purrrrrrr as I told her about my day...<br /><br />She would never over eat and she would sometimes eat individual pieces of cat chow with one paw, she would scoop her paw under one and slide it up the side of the bowl until it rolled into it and take it to her mouth like a squirrel only she use only one paw. She did this when she was bored not hungry.<br /><br />All of my friends would admire "what a cute little kitty you have there", as she curiously gazed at them..... start to reach to pet..."<br />PLEASE BE CAREFUL SHE HAS CLAWS!"... put there hand down to pet her......"Its ok she a cutie" and BAM! KATO has another victom..<br /><br />She didnt care much for anyone else, or the wife, even though she feed her and all. Because of this, the wife didnt much tolerate her either. Jellous.. Kitty would hide and attack the wife playfully tapping her legs with the tips of her claws while running/chasing her from one room to another. Picture a cat running behind you on hing legs like when they chase butterflies.<br /><br />That reminds me she could also catch a football. I would spiral a little soft football up to the upstairs balcony and she would "catch and release back to me".<br /><br />Kitty, was very stubborn and possesive of my attention. Kitty would hiss at the wife if she tried to move her away from me or try to kick her out of the bed at night. I never interfeared with their squabbles as they both had issues.<br /><br />When 10 year old was born, my wife laid all of the many piles of clothes and gifts on the floor along the walls. Maybe 10-12 1 ft. high piles. Kitty, being a bad sport about the new family addition, S#it! on everyone one of them piles! The wife was histerical! And demanded punishment! <br />Kitty went way to far! And if she had the brains, emotions, whatever to carry out this expression, then she had to learn the consequences. Took awhile to find her cause **** well knew what she had done,....under the couch. I chased her all over the house and I was so mad because the disciplin needs to happen ASAP for it to be affective. Her punishment was the garage for a week, after rubbin her nose in all the gifts that SHE left. In order to get her there I had to grab her from under the bed. She was waiting to teach me another lesson.. to her suprise I(normally I would catch her later when she calmed down, not today) I grabbed her! and she grabbed my arm.I carried her to the garage while wondering how I'm going to get her off and into the garage without her taking my arm with her. Being pretty resourceful in an emergency, centrifical force came to mind as the only realistic way to remove her from my arm and place her in the dungeun at the same time. Picture girls fast pitch softball in the 1st step of the manuver, and bowling a strike from the floor all the way to dooras the 2nd part. Boy she sure was surprised that the pink panther hadnt showed her all the tricks of the trade. Later she became another momma to both of my boys.<br /><br />Then came the dog(wife again against my wishes). Picture Morris and Odie. Kitty would slap her up side the head almost everytime Sally would walk by too close. For no reason and without looking or moving from the sitting position. Sally wanted Kittys love so bad, and Kitty new it.<br /><br />When she died in my arms at the vet, it really affected me. It is again, as I type this line... because she never really grew old on me in spirit or in health until her body suddenly failed her in a few months time. And I didnt realize what was going on. I didnt even realize how old she had become until the vet asked me. He was amazed and told me that there was nothing I could have done had I acted sooner. He could help her to live maybe another six months and she would die anyway.<br /><br />Driving home with her body that night.. I cried, and held her still warm body close to me. I begged her to forgive me for telling her to shut up at night her last few weeks. There was something different in her cries and I did not pick up on it. <br /><br />I got home told to wife, kids and Sally... and we cried.<br /><br />We buried her that night in the back yard at the foot of an old ficus tree stump that she sit on at night before she died.<br /><br />I see her all the time now and I realize shes still with me..even if its in my own mind. Her image in the darkness of night around the house haunts me. <br /><br />I loved that danm cat.
