Hey there everyone!
I'm Sherry, 49, from York, PA, and just joined! My DH, Chuck, and I have 3 cats and a dog-adopted exracing greyhound. We don't have skin kids--we just have the fur kids, all whom we love dearly. Our family was a bit bigger, but we lost two of our kitties this year, sadly.
A little intro/bio on our kids:
I'll introduce Harley the greyhound and Pirate, our one eyed kitty, since I am (hopefully) posting a pic of them together, the two of them are partners in the food crime of Begging and Drooling. Here they are praying for a bite of my lunch:
Harley the greyhound raced in CT and I adopted him in 2003. He's a gentle soul, and he lets the kitties do what they want, whether it be eat his food WHILE he's eating too, lol; or sleeping on his couch right along with him. You name it, Harley lets them rule! Harley turned 10 in May, but he still thinks he's a pup.
Now, Pirate is probably around 14. He came from a cruelty investigation (SPCA), and was ready to be put down. They suspected his eye was gouged out by the family he was living with until the SPCA took him. But, no one adopted him - I guess no one was interested in a one eyed cat at that time, and the shelter had to make room for incoming....so I took him home with me. That was 1997, and he's the sweetest kitty I ever met. His age is an estimate, but I think it's pretty close. His meow sounds like a little Minnie Mouse--lol, it's such a tiny sound, a little "meep!" When we lived out in the country, Pirate was a great mouser in the house NOT! He thinks he was good at catching them.....he once brought one to me, dropped it at my feet and sat there with it, very proudly. It was clearly dead, stiff, and had been dead for a long time--Pirate hadn't killed it--lol. He was the proud catcher of an already dead mouse!
Now we have Sarah, our pretty little gray girl:
Sarah is 6 years old this fall. She was a stray from my old workplace, and in December of 2004 was just a tiny little kitten hanging around my co-worker's garage. I said, "I'll take her, I'll find a home for her." Well, I found a home for her alright! She is a sweet little girl, much smaller than the others. She is my best (and only) bug killer! She is my sweet girl who loves to lay in my lap only if it's her idea. If I pick her up and lay her in my lap she jumps down. But, she frequently lays here when it's her idea.
Here is Herman, our crinkle eared, almost deaf, senior:
Herman is probably around 13-14 years old and he is a sweety too. He's very gentle, and he's clumsy. I think his clumsiness is due to his hard of hearing. He meows VERY loudly, especially at treat time. The vet says he's so loud because he doesn't realize he's being so loud (being almost deaf). He reminds me of an old gentleman or lady, you know, your old aunt you have to shout at, who shouts back because she's deaf and won't get a hearing aid....LOL. Herman was a stray taken in by a local no kill shelter. He was actually a trade - I took Herman from the shelter (described as a needy senior), in return the shelter took in another cat...seen below...introducing:
Lucky Lou:
Dear Luck Lou..he was a stray in my neighborhood. I took him off the streets and initially kept him in our garage so I could have him checked by a vet. He was such a sweet, young thing. I was going to keep him. Sadly, he tested positive for feline leukemia. The shelter has a special location for leukemia cats, and offered to keep Lucky Lou for his lifetime if I would take a needy senior, thus Herman.
Well, I had major surgery in July, my 3rd (been laid up for 2 years due to severe complications with broken heel), and my dear Grace, 8 year old kitty, got sick suddenly the night before I went in the hospital. It killed me to leave her...and she did not make it. She got autoimmune hemolytic anemia suddenly. It was horrible. I couldn't even be with her in the end. My DH was with her when she was helped to the Bridge. It still really hurts to think about her, and I still cry. She was a dear stray I had taken in as a kitten. My friend had found a litter of kittens in a wooded area, and Gracie was the only survivor. This was 2002. My friend kept saying to me, 'you need another cat' and of course, I needed another cat. I miss her so much. She loved to jump in my lap, landing directly in front of me, standing there with her face an inch from mine. Always. And, she would lay her head on my chest and look up into my face. My dear Grace. Here is Grace my Bridge baby:
Back in 2003, I was feeding a stray around my house. The big snow storm of 03 came, and I had to take her in. I named her Victoria. Cranky calico, Victoria. She was timid but wanted to be inside with me. It took her a long time to learn how to be petted, and brushed. She loved only me and then Chuck, when I married him. Oh boy, when Chuck came in the door from work, she'd jump down from where she was and run to him, and then sit right at his feet! She only tolerated the cats. They coexisted but didn't play together. But, she was a very sweet girl, a beautiful girl. She passed away this past winter, at an approximate age of 17. She had developed thyroid problems in the end but I think it was old age that took her. I miss my beautiful Victoria:
I also want to mention Lucky Lee. I have great pics of him, but not scanned. Lucky went to the bridge in 2008. He was a stray that one day decided to make my backyard his home. It took a few months to bring him inside because he was flea and tick ridden, I mean bad! He also had a thyroid condition and an inoperable tumor in his abdomen. I decided to keep him comfortable in our home for as long as he lived. The other cats didn't bother him, they neither played with him, nor did they agitate him. I think they knew he was sick. He was all white, two different eyes, and deaf as well and he lived with us for 2 1/2 years. Lucky, my sweet boy, I will never forget you.
And, my first kitty, Kitty. She got her name from me calling 'here kitty' every day after work to give her food. Such a scared, timid girl she was. And, with good reason because the little boys in the neighborhood would chase her and throw stones at her. It took months before she had the nerve to finally approach me and let me touch her, then hold her. Boy, I grabbed the chance then when I got it, and took her in. That was in 1986. My first cat, ever.
Kitty lived until 2000, and her estimated age was around 17. She was cranky in her last years - when I had taken Pirate in, he was around one year old and had way more energy than Kitty. He'd run by her, being silly, and she'd try to bat at him. My dear Kitty.
I'm allergic to cats, actually. LOL. But, I'm ok if I don't touch them and then touch my eyes. It's all fine. My babies. I cannot imagine life without animals. They are my heart and soul. When I married Chuck in 2005, I told him that we were a package deal--me, Harley and the kitties. He loves animals though, and the deal was one he wanted to live with.
Sorry this is WAY long! I just wanted everyone to know my kids.
I'm Sherry, 49, from York, PA, and just joined! My DH, Chuck, and I have 3 cats and a dog-adopted exracing greyhound. We don't have skin kids--we just have the fur kids, all whom we love dearly. Our family was a bit bigger, but we lost two of our kitties this year, sadly.
A little intro/bio on our kids:
I'll introduce Harley the greyhound and Pirate, our one eyed kitty, since I am (hopefully) posting a pic of them together, the two of them are partners in the food crime of Begging and Drooling. Here they are praying for a bite of my lunch:
Harley the greyhound raced in CT and I adopted him in 2003. He's a gentle soul, and he lets the kitties do what they want, whether it be eat his food WHILE he's eating too, lol; or sleeping on his couch right along with him. You name it, Harley lets them rule! Harley turned 10 in May, but he still thinks he's a pup.
Now, Pirate is probably around 14. He came from a cruelty investigation (SPCA), and was ready to be put down. They suspected his eye was gouged out by the family he was living with until the SPCA took him. But, no one adopted him - I guess no one was interested in a one eyed cat at that time, and the shelter had to make room for incoming....so I took him home with me. That was 1997, and he's the sweetest kitty I ever met. His age is an estimate, but I think it's pretty close. His meow sounds like a little Minnie Mouse--lol, it's such a tiny sound, a little "meep!" When we lived out in the country, Pirate was a great mouser in the house NOT! He thinks he was good at catching them.....he once brought one to me, dropped it at my feet and sat there with it, very proudly. It was clearly dead, stiff, and had been dead for a long time--Pirate hadn't killed it--lol. He was the proud catcher of an already dead mouse!
Now we have Sarah, our pretty little gray girl:
Sarah is 6 years old this fall. She was a stray from my old workplace, and in December of 2004 was just a tiny little kitten hanging around my co-worker's garage. I said, "I'll take her, I'll find a home for her." Well, I found a home for her alright! She is a sweet little girl, much smaller than the others. She is my best (and only) bug killer! She is my sweet girl who loves to lay in my lap only if it's her idea. If I pick her up and lay her in my lap she jumps down. But, she frequently lays here when it's her idea.
Here is Herman, our crinkle eared, almost deaf, senior:
Herman is probably around 13-14 years old and he is a sweety too. He's very gentle, and he's clumsy. I think his clumsiness is due to his hard of hearing. He meows VERY loudly, especially at treat time. The vet says he's so loud because he doesn't realize he's being so loud (being almost deaf). He reminds me of an old gentleman or lady, you know, your old aunt you have to shout at, who shouts back because she's deaf and won't get a hearing aid....LOL. Herman was a stray taken in by a local no kill shelter. He was actually a trade - I took Herman from the shelter (described as a needy senior), in return the shelter took in another cat...seen below...introducing:
Lucky Lou:
Dear Luck Lou..he was a stray in my neighborhood. I took him off the streets and initially kept him in our garage so I could have him checked by a vet. He was such a sweet, young thing. I was going to keep him. Sadly, he tested positive for feline leukemia. The shelter has a special location for leukemia cats, and offered to keep Lucky Lou for his lifetime if I would take a needy senior, thus Herman.
Well, I had major surgery in July, my 3rd (been laid up for 2 years due to severe complications with broken heel), and my dear Grace, 8 year old kitty, got sick suddenly the night before I went in the hospital. It killed me to leave her...and she did not make it. She got autoimmune hemolytic anemia suddenly. It was horrible. I couldn't even be with her in the end. My DH was with her when she was helped to the Bridge. It still really hurts to think about her, and I still cry. She was a dear stray I had taken in as a kitten. My friend had found a litter of kittens in a wooded area, and Gracie was the only survivor. This was 2002. My friend kept saying to me, 'you need another cat' and of course, I needed another cat. I miss her so much. She loved to jump in my lap, landing directly in front of me, standing there with her face an inch from mine. Always. And, she would lay her head on my chest and look up into my face. My dear Grace. Here is Grace my Bridge baby:
Back in 2003, I was feeding a stray around my house. The big snow storm of 03 came, and I had to take her in. I named her Victoria. Cranky calico, Victoria. She was timid but wanted to be inside with me. It took her a long time to learn how to be petted, and brushed. She loved only me and then Chuck, when I married him. Oh boy, when Chuck came in the door from work, she'd jump down from where she was and run to him, and then sit right at his feet! She only tolerated the cats. They coexisted but didn't play together. But, she was a very sweet girl, a beautiful girl. She passed away this past winter, at an approximate age of 17. She had developed thyroid problems in the end but I think it was old age that took her. I miss my beautiful Victoria:
I also want to mention Lucky Lee. I have great pics of him, but not scanned. Lucky went to the bridge in 2008. He was a stray that one day decided to make my backyard his home. It took a few months to bring him inside because he was flea and tick ridden, I mean bad! He also had a thyroid condition and an inoperable tumor in his abdomen. I decided to keep him comfortable in our home for as long as he lived. The other cats didn't bother him, they neither played with him, nor did they agitate him. I think they knew he was sick. He was all white, two different eyes, and deaf as well and he lived with us for 2 1/2 years. Lucky, my sweet boy, I will never forget you.
And, my first kitty, Kitty. She got her name from me calling 'here kitty' every day after work to give her food. Such a scared, timid girl she was. And, with good reason because the little boys in the neighborhood would chase her and throw stones at her. It took months before she had the nerve to finally approach me and let me touch her, then hold her. Boy, I grabbed the chance then when I got it, and took her in. That was in 1986. My first cat, ever.
Kitty lived until 2000, and her estimated age was around 17. She was cranky in her last years - when I had taken Pirate in, he was around one year old and had way more energy than Kitty. He'd run by her, being silly, and she'd try to bat at him. My dear Kitty.
I'm allergic to cats, actually. LOL. But, I'm ok if I don't touch them and then touch my eyes. It's all fine. My babies. I cannot imagine life without animals. They are my heart and soul. When I married Chuck in 2005, I told him that we were a package deal--me, Harley and the kitties. He loves animals though, and the deal was one he wanted to live with.
Sorry this is WAY long! I just wanted everyone to know my kids.
