I was lucky to have been born into a family of cat lovers, so I haven't been without a cat since the day I came home from the hospital. If I started from the beginning we'd be here forever, so I'll just tell the stories of my current brood
9 years ago I was living with a roommate (a friend I'd known since elementary school) and my baby daughter in a run-down apartment, which was all we could afford at the time. I was raising a child with multiple disablilities by myself, running from therapy appointment (O.T., P.T., S.T, Feeding Therapy, etc) to doctor's appointment and spending long weeks and even months in the hospital trying to keep my daughter alive. I was depressed and tired beyond belief (daughter was/is fed through a tube hooked up to a pump at night and had an apnea monitor that went of CONSTANTLY). I was a mess! And for the first time in my life I was having to live without a kitty companion. My elderly cat (I got her when I was just 9) had to live with my mom because of the apartment's policy. Just before I had moved in with my friend who was going through a divorce, my baby Sampson had been hit by a car and killed while I was in Utah visiting a friend. Just before that, his sister, Delilah, had been stolen right out of our yard by a van of Laotians (this was a very common thing where I lived in Northern California). I was also going through the loss of a child and the loss of a brother-in-law and a divorce. I was reeeeeally messed up.
Then one morning I was doing my usual feeding therapy for my daughter. She didn't eat orally at the time, but I always had to try. She was very distracted and kept looking at the floor of the kitchen and making a meow sound (Her first word was "MEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOW!
). I was frustrated and tired and not very patient, but she was going nuts meowing at my floor. I didn't pay attention to her signs.
She spent the next several days meowing at the kitchen floor. I was trying to be a good mom and do her exercises and therapies and so on and she wasn't interested. Just excited about the dang floor!
Then I heard it: it was a scraping, though, not a meow; a scraping coming from under my kitchen floor! I though, "oh no...we live in a RAT HOLE!" That, of course, made me more depressed! So I called the land lord but he was busy and couldn't come for another week.
Well, before the week was up the scraping got worse and Danielle's meows became louder and finally, I too could hear the meows coming from the floor! Then I came down one morning to find a paw sticking out of the linoleum! I touched it and it pulled back and a sweet little black nose poked through, meowing like mad. I immediately called the land lord and he rushed out and climbed beneath the foundation and found the cat...leading him through ANOTHER hole in the floor - a much bigger hole, obviously!
Three weeks before this my neighbor's cat had had kittens. Then the neighbor moved. I ASSUMED he took her and the babies with him...but sadly, he did not. He left them in the apartment with no food, but thankfully he left the toilet seat up and at least the mother had water. There were 5 babies in all, but sadly 2 were already dead. The mother was nearly dry and they were all emaciated. One could not even move, just meow faintly. I immediately took them all to the vet. The little one who couldn't move was very near death, but after a fully check up and shots, I took them all home and fed them and loved them back to full health. That's where I got Titania (the mom) and her fairies: Puck (the sickly one), Moth and Cobweb (I'm a Shakespear fan and esp. of Midsummer Night's Dream!
As the kittens were about to be weaned we found an abandoned ginger kitten in the parking lot of our church. It must have just been born, as his eyes were still shut tight. We took him home and Titania treated little Punkin as one of her own. When my roommate moved out she took Punkin with her and I moved to a smaller apartment with the other four babies. Cobweb disappeared in 1997. Titania died 3 years ago from cancer. My Puck (who thought I was his mate!) crossed last July after a stray broke into our apartment and attacked him. The same cat broke in 3 months later and this time left a nasty abcess on his leg which didn't heal. I took him to the vet and discovered that he had been infected with FIV. I had to make the choice that day, as I was driving my daughter to the hospital. I just couldn't do it. After I discovered later that day that my daughter would be in the hospital for a long time, I knew that I couldn't be home to take care of my very sick boy, so I made the decision to put him down.
Last May my mother called and said that a kitten was found in the parking lot of her place of employment. She was so adorable...I couldn't resist!
She was so absolutely adorable, everyone wanted her and everyone wanted to name her! So we all did (my family members and daughter's nurse) and we ended up with pixelPuff Anglebaby Thor Buttercup Bubblespot! She wore it well and she responded to all of them...except Thor
I think she was offended by the boy name
We went camping in August when my daughter got out of the hospital and the sadness of losing Puck was overwhelming. I made the decision to go to the Humane Society when we returned home to get another boy kitty, this time for my daughter (she was depressed, too).
We returned home to Moth and Pixel, who were overjoyed to see us. The very next day we went to the Humane Society and as we walked in, a little red paw grabbed my daughter by the sleeve and she said: THAT ONE! And so Frodo Baggins (my daughter is a huge LOTR fan!) came home with us. He is the sweetest guy in the world! He lets my daughter cart him around and just lies there like a slug! He's amazing. Couldn't have found a better cat for my daughter.
In November my business partner, Steve, was visiting from Hong Kong (daddy to 4 cats of his own). We were trying to kill some time waiting for a film to start and ended up at the Humane Society. I said, "We are NOT coming home with a cat! We're just saying hi." And I meant it!!
Pookie had other plans, though
I saw him in a quarantine area, hiding behind stuff, as they tried to capture him. I knocked on the door and the officer came out. I asked about the kitten and she said he wasn't adoptable and they were going to put him down. I asked what the problem was and she said that he was a "woodpile cat" and they had tried for 3 weeks to tame him, but he had made NO progress. I said, "can I try?" Since she knows me, she let gave me a chance. Or, shall I say, they gave Pook a chance!
It took me 2 weeks to have him following me around like a dang puppy dog
He's my sweet little loverboy and he fills the space that Pixel left beside Frodo (they were best buds). Now Frodo and Pookie are inseperable and neither of them bug my sweet Mothy girl
Sorry this is so long-winded! I have a tendancy to be that way when talking about my babies!!
Here are some pictures of them:http://www.flyingtigerwebdesign.com/...res/index.html