Greetings I am from Brantford Ont, I work part time as a cab driver. I have had cats or some sort of pet ever since I can remember. My first cat who was my first was a long haired refugee from the winter who was aptly named Bones. He was a beautiful cat and as friendly as my current cat Oreo. I didn't have him more than a couple of months when he was hit by a truck, and I distinctly remember coming home from school and I found him under the kitchen window outside just shaking and shuddering, somehow he found the strength to drag himself home. He suffered some pretty severe injuries, broken leg, his eye had popped out beyond repair. Anyway, he was rushed to the vet, and the vet mentioned the " e" word to my dad, and he looked at me and said nope, let's fix him up. He got hit again 6 months later broke the same leg. So I named him Bones. Later he lost his tail to disease.
He was my buddy my pal, I don't think he ever grew up, he was nuts doing stuff like a kitten does. He died Sept 1 1994 and I still think about him and get a little emotional when I look at his picture.
Anyway I've been a cat owner for the last 28 years or so, so I have a wealth of experience but even I don't pretend to know everything.
He was my buddy my pal, I don't think he ever grew up, he was nuts doing stuff like a kitten does. He died Sept 1 1994 and I still think about him and get a little emotional when I look at his picture.
Anyway I've been a cat owner for the last 28 years or so, so I have a wealth of experience but even I don't pretend to know everything.
