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Tammy came to me about 4 years ago, her master had passed away, and the daughter became aware that Tammy was a one cat per house type of cat, and couldn't co-exist with the daughters (really really dumb but pretty) Persian. Tammy was a torty, not a pretty girl in human eyes, but to me, she, was a doll. My first real house buddy in my studio apt.
Tammy was in the habit of joining me at bedtime, and she insisted on me sleepping with my arm at my side so she could put her little head on it, like a guard, she'd curl up in my armpit, (I know, I know) and sleep till I turned, then she'd go her own way for the rest of the night, but that was our ritual each night no matter what condition I came home in. (hic !)
When she wanted to be picked up, she would just stare at me, and I was unusually apt at picking up Cat Sonar, somehow I felt her stare, I'd reach for her and she'd stand on her back feet for my grab, however, there were times that she'd pull a funny and fake me out, turning the other way and backing off a couple feet snickering at me as she did. Her eyes became round when she was in a loving mood, it was an amazing morph for a cat.
Tammy was no kid when I got her, and became sick about 2 years after she arrived. I took her to the vet, and when they took her in the back room, I knew from her look that she knew it was the last time we would see each other. Tammy passed, a victim of several things that we all hear about in cats. she had to be 10-12 years old. I cryed for 3 months. Missed her so much, which is why I now am the staff for Whiskey and Orion. Mike, Medford Ore
Tammy was in the habit of joining me at bedtime, and she insisted on me sleepping with my arm at my side so she could put her little head on it, like a guard, she'd curl up in my armpit, (I know, I know) and sleep till I turned, then she'd go her own way for the rest of the night, but that was our ritual each night no matter what condition I came home in. (hic !)
When she wanted to be picked up, she would just stare at me, and I was unusually apt at picking up Cat Sonar, somehow I felt her stare, I'd reach for her and she'd stand on her back feet for my grab, however, there were times that she'd pull a funny and fake me out, turning the other way and backing off a couple feet snickering at me as she did. Her eyes became round when she was in a loving mood, it was an amazing morph for a cat.
Tammy was no kid when I got her, and became sick about 2 years after she arrived. I took her to the vet, and when they took her in the back room, I knew from her look that she knew it was the last time we would see each other. Tammy passed, a victim of several things that we all hear about in cats. she had to be 10-12 years old. I cryed for 3 months. Missed her so much, which is why I now am the staff for Whiskey and Orion. Mike, Medford Ore
