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My 3 month old beautiful pure white kitty, so smart really and so loving broke his neck or something and died right in front of me last Friday. OMG....I have cried on and off all week. My son who's 34 even cried, and I haven't seen him even shed a tear since he was 10, and his girlfriend sobbed, too. It was horrible.
So, I have spent alot of time this week looking at kitties on different sites and learning more about kitty behavior, what to buy and making plans. I will get another kitty within a couple months but am taking time to grieve now...
On to happier talk. The cat I raised my son with was just a cat given to us by the Mexican babysitter, a 9 week old kitten from an outdoor cat her girlfriend had. I didn't know cats at the time, but my son wanted a pet so I said ok. Well, the Vet said he was an American Shorthair, I said OK thinking this just meant he was a c-a-t. It wasn't for another 5-6 years that I actually realized he was a breed--LOL!
Anyway, he was the love of our lives, a member of the family like American Shorthairs are, a wonderful cat and lived to be 17-1/2 despite having cystitis 2X from foods off the shelf my son snuck to him (I could have killed that kid)..but I got him to be an old cat regardless.
And he was just a wonderful, wonderful boy of 14-1/2 lbs. and an orange tabby with--get this--seafoam colored eyes!
However, we did get compliments on his wonderful personality all the time. We had a hardwood floor that was 25 feet across, and we would put him on a skateboard, he would stand on it like a surfer, my son would give it a push to me on the other side and Tiger would just stand the whole way and then when it got to me I would give it a push back across the floor to my son!
And his other trick was I could put him around the back of my neck like a stole, walk anywhere--like out in the yard--and he would just look around like no big deal!
This was a fantastic cat as you can tell. My son left for his career up to Chicago, and 3 weeks later I let him out to pee and he never returned. I just knew right away he went to hide and die. My son, to this day, has never accepted that that was what happened for some reason. I think my son considered the cat his brother and he would do human things and not cat things maybe.
So, that is me and my situation. I am trying to figure out where to get the best kitty that's not a breed, and probably from someone who has a housecat that got out and gets pregnant by the neighborhood king Tom I guess. Does that sound right?
My next choice is going to a Rescue adoption place.
My biggest fear from the Humane Society is I did adopt a darling fellow from Houston's Humane Society, and he died of FIP at a year...
not sure if I can handle another death of a beloved kitty again.
Any suggestions, fellow kitty lovers????
So, I have spent alot of time this week looking at kitties on different sites and learning more about kitty behavior, what to buy and making plans. I will get another kitty within a couple months but am taking time to grieve now...
On to happier talk. The cat I raised my son with was just a cat given to us by the Mexican babysitter, a 9 week old kitten from an outdoor cat her girlfriend had. I didn't know cats at the time, but my son wanted a pet so I said ok. Well, the Vet said he was an American Shorthair, I said OK thinking this just meant he was a c-a-t. It wasn't for another 5-6 years that I actually realized he was a breed--LOL!
Anyway, he was the love of our lives, a member of the family like American Shorthairs are, a wonderful cat and lived to be 17-1/2 despite having cystitis 2X from foods off the shelf my son snuck to him (I could have killed that kid)..but I got him to be an old cat regardless.
And he was just a wonderful, wonderful boy of 14-1/2 lbs. and an orange tabby with--get this--seafoam colored eyes!
However, we did get compliments on his wonderful personality all the time. We had a hardwood floor that was 25 feet across, and we would put him on a skateboard, he would stand on it like a surfer, my son would give it a push to me on the other side and Tiger would just stand the whole way and then when it got to me I would give it a push back across the floor to my son!
And his other trick was I could put him around the back of my neck like a stole, walk anywhere--like out in the yard--and he would just look around like no big deal!
This was a fantastic cat as you can tell. My son left for his career up to Chicago, and 3 weeks later I let him out to pee and he never returned. I just knew right away he went to hide and die. My son, to this day, has never accepted that that was what happened for some reason. I think my son considered the cat his brother and he would do human things and not cat things maybe.
So, that is me and my situation. I am trying to figure out where to get the best kitty that's not a breed, and probably from someone who has a housecat that got out and gets pregnant by the neighborhood king Tom I guess. Does that sound right?
My next choice is going to a Rescue adoption place.
My biggest fear from the Humane Society is I did adopt a darling fellow from Houston's Humane Society, and he died of FIP at a year...
not sure if I can handle another death of a beloved kitty again.
Any suggestions, fellow kitty lovers????
