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Hi there,
I'm an 18 year old college-bound student, but that's okay because my little brother will take care of my new Maine-Coon kitten, Mocha, while I'm away during the weekdays. I'm going to a college close to home so I'll be able to see my kitty every weekend.
Mocha's about 6 months old now, and despite her constantly growing body, her face looks like a kitten much younger than her age. She's so cute and funny, and she has warmed up to my house and family well. However, she rarely wants to cuddle with anyone. All she ever does is play, play, play. I'm getting ready to have her spayed this week, so hopefully that will mellow her out a bit. If not, then perhaps she's still warming up to everyone, or is simply not a lap cat.
I got Mocha last February from a breeder, after my beloved Birman (I think) cat, Julie had to be put down at 12 or 13 years of age. She had a cancerous tumor in her abdomen, and was getting so bloated with fluid. The vet drained it, and it worked, the solution was only temporary. I didn't want to watch my old pal die and suffer before my eyes, so I tearfully made the choice to put her down. The vet and her nurse were very kind and sympathetic. I kept asking my parents and myself, what if we had brought Julie to the vet sooner, and found out about this? What if we had taken her to the vet regularly, and gotten her vaccinations? What if we had never let her outside? Julie was an outdoor cat in her younger years, but she didn't go outside when she got older. I was worried that she had gotten this cancer from outside. My brother asked me why I kept crying for two days after I put Julie down, saying that she was just a cat. He cried a little too, but not half as much as me. My whole family was upset, but I was devastated because I shared the closest bond with Julie. Julie wasn't just a cat to me; she was my best friend. I got Julie as a birthday present for my 6th birthday, and she had always been my closest companion. I was always shy and awkward, and never had many close friends. Julie was always there when I needed to cry or vent my anger to someone who would listen, especially in high school.
Anyway, that's my cat story! I'm trying to accept Mocha. I enjoy playing with her, and in time could come to love her and share a bond with her. Her playfulness is adorable, but I know that she could never take the place of Julie.
I'm an 18 year old college-bound student, but that's okay because my little brother will take care of my new Maine-Coon kitten, Mocha, while I'm away during the weekdays. I'm going to a college close to home so I'll be able to see my kitty every weekend.
Mocha's about 6 months old now, and despite her constantly growing body, her face looks like a kitten much younger than her age. She's so cute and funny, and she has warmed up to my house and family well. However, she rarely wants to cuddle with anyone. All she ever does is play, play, play. I'm getting ready to have her spayed this week, so hopefully that will mellow her out a bit. If not, then perhaps she's still warming up to everyone, or is simply not a lap cat.
I got Mocha last February from a breeder, after my beloved Birman (I think) cat, Julie had to be put down at 12 or 13 years of age. She had a cancerous tumor in her abdomen, and was getting so bloated with fluid. The vet drained it, and it worked, the solution was only temporary. I didn't want to watch my old pal die and suffer before my eyes, so I tearfully made the choice to put her down. The vet and her nurse were very kind and sympathetic. I kept asking my parents and myself, what if we had brought Julie to the vet sooner, and found out about this? What if we had taken her to the vet regularly, and gotten her vaccinations? What if we had never let her outside? Julie was an outdoor cat in her younger years, but she didn't go outside when she got older. I was worried that she had gotten this cancer from outside. My brother asked me why I kept crying for two days after I put Julie down, saying that she was just a cat. He cried a little too, but not half as much as me. My whole family was upset, but I was devastated because I shared the closest bond with Julie. Julie wasn't just a cat to me; she was my best friend. I got Julie as a birthday present for my 6th birthday, and she had always been my closest companion. I was always shy and awkward, and never had many close friends. Julie was always there when I needed to cry or vent my anger to someone who would listen, especially in high school.
Anyway, that's my cat story! I'm trying to accept Mocha. I enjoy playing with her, and in time could come to love her and share a bond with her. Her playfulness is adorable, but I know that she could never take the place of Julie.
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