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  •  A beautiful love story... (14+ / 0-)

    may your have new furry loves live long and luscious lives.

    "They did not succeed in taking away our voice" - Angelique Kidjo - Opening the Lightning In a Bottle concert at Radio City Music Hall in New York City - 2003

    by LilithGardener on Fri Jan 03, 2014 at 04:17:43 PM PST

    •  Awesome alliteration =) (10+ / 0-)

      Cornelius is about 4 or 5, so we should have him for a while =) Thank you, Lilith!

      "I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do because I notice it always coincides with their own desires." -Susan B. Anthony

      by BadKitties on Fri Jan 03, 2014 at 04:21:28 PM PST

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      •  Consider getting a pair of siblings (19+ / 0-)

        I adopted a pair of female kittens that were rescued street kittens. They had lost their mother and were completely wild. Adopted them, and took them home.

        They hid right away and I couldn't find them. The food would disappear when I wasn't around. Eventually we found where they were "living." They had taken up residence under my bed, tearing a hole in the bottom of the box spring and climbing up in there. I was sooooo proud of their resourcefulness!

        It took a loooooooooong time to socialize them. There were a few issues. Whenever a certain male friend was in the house, the dominant one peed on my pillow!

        ... a few pillows came and went from my life...

        ... it took a loooooooooong time to socialize them, and one of them became a lap kittie during the months I was at home writing my thesis.

        They played with each other, chased each other, shared their food and water bowl. They often spooned when they napped, or curled up ying/yang. On the window sill they would sit opposite each other such that they were often quasi-symmetrical, except one would have their tail hanging down in a curl while the other had hers tucked under.

        Unconditional love. As you know, New York is not a cat friendly environment, so to let them out in the little garden (shared with neighboring buildings), I trained them to come when they were called. They would bring trophies, occasionally even little birds and mice into the house and drop it in their food bowl....  (which we promptly put out with the trash).

        Many fun years went by...

        After one move, from Apt A to Apt B, they suddenly began sleeping at my head, one at one ear and one at the other. They started grooming my hair, literally licking my head, or rubbing their head on mine, they way they did when they nestled with each other.

        They were very quiet and didn't meow much. As is life, about 17 years old, one of them couldn't keep food down, and eventually became very thin, stopped eating and died. The other suddenly started "talking to me"...  And she started "talking in her sleep."

        I imagined she was regaling me with all her adventures in her interesting feline life.

        Yes, she had had some adventures. A day or so after one earlier move, (here in NYC), she had gotten outside. In the winter, and refused to come inside. We couldn't find her.

        We put up flyers in our building and around the neighborhood. Nobody called. A deep winter freeze arrived soon after and we searched and searched. We put out food, which disappeared. We still couldn't find her, so we rigged 50 ft shop extension cord and connected it to a small electric blanket, nestled into a cooler set on its side on our back terrace. We put out hot food and water several times a day. It would disappear of froze in just a few ours. We lost sleep. We worried. We called animal rescue who gave us advice about a trap, but couldn't really help us. We could tell something was finding refuge in the electric blanket, because the blankit would be rearranged. But we couldn't find her, and never saw her come to eat.

        Weeks went by. Middle of a cold winter.

        One day there was a tiny "mew", but couldn't figure out where she could be hiding. A few days later another "mew", "mew".... a search at night with a flashlight! The flashlight found her eyes, and we figured out she lived in a little crawl space at the back of the adjacent property, a high rise building. We couldn't get there because of no street access and a very high fence at the end of our building's terrace. For about 2 months she lived there, before we were able to eventually coax her to come back inside.

        Her sister didn't recognize her, walked up to her, sniffed, then hissed and growled. We took her to the vet, got her a bath and she was the. most. grateful. house cat from that day forward. Before she had been very independent and often aloof.

        One day she started walking funny and would fall over whenever she tried to jump up on the couch or the bed, or walk along the back of the couch. It seemed her difficulty was all on one side. We worried that she had had a stroke or something and took her to the vet.

        Idiopathic vestibular disturbance. Essentially the cat had veritigo, which eventually lessoned but never went completely away.

        Eventually she got old, and started having seizures. We gave her kitty hospice until.... and she died in her sleep.

        A double love story.


        "They did not succeed in taking away our voice" - Angelique Kidjo - Opening the Lightning In a Bottle concert at Radio City Music Hall in New York City - 2003

        by LilithGardener on Fri Jan 03, 2014 at 04:58:22 PM PST

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