This is Farley Velcro.
My sil found him only a day or so old in a house that they were moving. We raised him and what a beautiful cat he became.
I didn't want my dad to find out I had acquired yet another cat. Dad lived in a seperate area of the house that we made into a little apartment for him. One night, dad walked in to say goodnight. I swept Farley up and put him under the blanket I was laying under on the couch. As dad and I spoke, Farley poked his head out! But, my dad was a great guy and just laughed.
Him and Farley became best friends. I would come home from work and Farley wouldn't be in the house. I'd go back to dads apartment, and there he would be. "Well, he wanted in..." dad would say.
Farley was his own "person". He lived by his rules. You could pet him and hold him for just a minute, then you would hear that little growl and you knew it was time to put him down.
Vet visits were "interesting" to say the least. My vet would attempt to examine him. All of a sudden his hand would be bleeding. But we never saw the attack! It was that quick!
I cried the day I found out he was diabetic. I thought for sure he would die because there was NO WAY he would let me give him injections. My dh put on welding gloves, we held him in a towel. I was sobbing. But lo and behold, he was fine!
My dad died in his apartment, me and Farley next to him when he passed. I thank God that dad went first. To loose Farley would have broken his heart.
A couple years ago, I found Farley in the am. He died in the exact spot that dad had eight years before. He was 12 years old. It was the only time I could hold him and bury my face in his fur for more than a second or two.
When the cemetary man came to the house to get the instructions for dads stone, I added "loved by all....Farley too." As he wrote that on his paper, he asked "who is this Farley?" Farley was under the table rubbing up against the mans leg. "Just an old friend" I said.
Thanks for taking the time to read. I m sorry...kind of long.
My sil found him only a day or so old in a house that they were moving. We raised him and what a beautiful cat he became.
I didn't want my dad to find out I had acquired yet another cat. Dad lived in a seperate area of the house that we made into a little apartment for him. One night, dad walked in to say goodnight. I swept Farley up and put him under the blanket I was laying under on the couch. As dad and I spoke, Farley poked his head out! But, my dad was a great guy and just laughed.
Him and Farley became best friends. I would come home from work and Farley wouldn't be in the house. I'd go back to dads apartment, and there he would be. "Well, he wanted in..." dad would say.
Farley was his own "person". He lived by his rules. You could pet him and hold him for just a minute, then you would hear that little growl and you knew it was time to put him down.
Vet visits were "interesting" to say the least. My vet would attempt to examine him. All of a sudden his hand would be bleeding. But we never saw the attack! It was that quick!
I cried the day I found out he was diabetic. I thought for sure he would die because there was NO WAY he would let me give him injections. My dh put on welding gloves, we held him in a towel. I was sobbing. But lo and behold, he was fine!
My dad died in his apartment, me and Farley next to him when he passed. I thank God that dad went first. To loose Farley would have broken his heart.
A couple years ago, I found Farley in the am. He died in the exact spot that dad had eight years before. He was 12 years old. It was the only time I could hold him and bury my face in his fur for more than a second or two.
When the cemetary man came to the house to get the instructions for dads stone, I added "loved by all....Farley too." As he wrote that on his paper, he asked "who is this Farley?" Farley was under the table rubbing up against the mans leg. "Just an old friend" I said.
Thanks for taking the time to read. I m sorry...kind of long.
