How my cats adopted me!
Well, a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away I was living with my girlfriend (at the time) in Orlando. She wanted a kitten, but I didn't like cats! Can't believe it huh? Trust me, niether can I after being catified for the last 7 years. Well, I reluctantly agreed and we went to this coworkers apt. where her cat had just had a liter of 3 beautiful lil' Calicos. Well, my girlfriend picked one (or, should I say, she picked us) and Kathy had her tucked in her shirt for the drive home. Well, this little kitten, soon to be named Tiffany, looked up at me and said "meeeeow". Well, that did it. From then on, it wasn't Kathys cat, but mine. Kathy used to get so jealous because Tiffanny would sleep on MY chest. "But, honey, you have little mountains so she can't lay on your chest as easily". Well, that didn't help. I loved Tiffany (and Kathy) with all my heart and soul and they were both my first loves (First female love and first cat love). Unfortunately, this first story doesn't have a happy ending that still saddens me to this day. During a rough period in our relationship she called her parents to come and get her and while leaving they were in an accident that left Kathy comatose for a month and partially brain damaged. Tiffany was fine, but the accident kept Kathy and Tiffany in SC and me in Florida. The next thing I hear, Kathy had taken Tiffany to the pound. I was FURIOUS!!!!!!! I told her that I could forgive her for breaking my heart, but I'd never forgive her for killing our baby (Hopefully, someone adopted Tiffany). She had done this during a 6 month period when we weren't speaking. Since that time our lives haven't merged again and I still occassionally get a call from Kathy. And though Tiffany has long been gone she still purrs in my heart.
Well, I moved home to Jacksonville and was, temporarily, rooming with my best friend at her house and she had 2 cats Tammy and Delilah. Well, Delilah was this fat, affectionate ole Siamese who just adored me and I her. I tucked her into bed with me at night and when I'd wake up she'd be in the SAME spot under my arm. It was during this time, as my heart healed from Kathy, that I bonded with Delilah. Delilah became MY cat and I begged Laura to give her to me once I got back on my feet and got a place of my own. Delilah LOVED to bathe my hairy arms and Laura would tell me "I can't hear the tv for all that licking going on". Delilah would lick, and lick and lick until one arm became raw and I'd have to flip her around so that she could groom the other arm. Well, before I got on my feet again, Delilah (at 16+ years) got very sick from old age and the end result was that she was suffering from diabetes among other things. Her time had come and the vet allowed us some moments alone and Laura and I both cried hysterically, hugging Delilah. I used to cradle her in my arms like a baby and she'd just stay there and let me carry her around, purring away. Well, this last time with her she started purring and I just LOST IT! I was practically screaming. In the end, it was the best thing rather than her to live her final few months in agony. We made a casket out of a shoe box with her picture on top and had a very tearful service in the back yard where she was buried. Laura was about to move, but we felt that since this was where Delilah first came into the world then this is where her final resting place should be. To this very day, 5 years later, when I pass that house I never forget to roll down the window and yell "HI DELILAH". I'm sure the current residents wonder who this nut is that drives by yelling out his car window and who in the heck is Delilah?
Jump forward a few years to a point when I was living with friends, just weeks before I move into my own apt (These are my friends who are the parents to my kitty nephew Nickademus and kitty niece Bella). They come home with a box and tell me to come upstairs to my room. When I did, they opened the box and out came this TINY little tuxedo kitten who looked at me and said "MEOW". I was OVERJOYED! My first son as a single father and I named him Socrates. He slept on my chest every night and TO THIS DAY we can't go to sleep without playing "catch the hand under the covers". In fact, I can't sleep w/o a cat anymore. Is that pathetic or what?
Well, about 9 months later, nearing Christmas of 98, Socs and I (along w/ my roommate) were living together just fine and enjoying a nice father/son relationship. I went for a drive with Laura and in her neighborhood we saw this sign that said FREE CHRISTMAS KITTENS! Well, both being catified, we stopped. I told Laura "Now, listen, I'm NOT getting another cat, so YOU have to refrain me when we see these cute kittens" (I should have known better than to take someone whose as big a cat person as me). So, we walk into this families home where this sweet 12 yr old girl had been loving this liter of 8 kittens since birth and she had even named ALL of them. Well, lying in this chair, were this multitude of tiny feet, tiny ears and tiny tails. Just one big pile of the cutest little kittens. Well, the one in the very center of this heap looked RIGHT at me and said (Yep, you guessed it) "MEOOOW". Well, Laura leans over and whispers "Listen, he's saying 'Dad! Dad!'" Do I really need to tell you what happened next?
And, boy, was Socrates pissed when I brought this kitten home. Theres even a picture on this first day of me on the couch with Tiger Jones (As in Indiana Jones and Spielberg is my fav. filmmaker AND the little girl had named him Tiger Jones, so I couldn't bare to change it) smiling at the camera and Socrates is standing on the couch staring at me as if to say "You SOB! Your gonna pay for this".
Today, I live by myself and the babies and when you first enter my home theres a sign that reads: THIS HOME IS MAINTAINED ENTIRELY FOR THE CONVIENENCE AND COMFORT OF MY CATS.
Ain't it the truth! It's not MY apt., it's THEIRS and they humor my presence in THEIR household. I'm a slave to my SPOILED cats and they have me right where they want me: Eating out of their paws!
Now, I know the first half of this story is sad, but I just wanted to share my Cat-history, so that you'll understand what has made me a catified male, through and through. I even keep a bag of food in my car so that when I see strays out and about I can feed them. In fact, I want to trade places with my cats for a day and let THEM come to work and let me stay home and be spoiled rotten. Socrates and Tiger are fixed and they are indoor cats for life (except for those occassions they might push the screen out and fall onto the grass).
Let me hear your stories? I'm really curious. I hope mine wasn't too sad at the brginning there.
>^..^< Meowfully,
MeowMan (Chuck)
Well, a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away I was living with my girlfriend (at the time) in Orlando. She wanted a kitten, but I didn't like cats! Can't believe it huh? Trust me, niether can I after being catified for the last 7 years. Well, I reluctantly agreed and we went to this coworkers apt. where her cat had just had a liter of 3 beautiful lil' Calicos. Well, my girlfriend picked one (or, should I say, she picked us) and Kathy had her tucked in her shirt for the drive home. Well, this little kitten, soon to be named Tiffany, looked up at me and said "meeeeow". Well, that did it. From then on, it wasn't Kathys cat, but mine. Kathy used to get so jealous because Tiffanny would sleep on MY chest. "But, honey, you have little mountains so she can't lay on your chest as easily". Well, that didn't help. I loved Tiffany (and Kathy) with all my heart and soul and they were both my first loves (First female love and first cat love). Unfortunately, this first story doesn't have a happy ending that still saddens me to this day. During a rough period in our relationship she called her parents to come and get her and while leaving they were in an accident that left Kathy comatose for a month and partially brain damaged. Tiffany was fine, but the accident kept Kathy and Tiffany in SC and me in Florida. The next thing I hear, Kathy had taken Tiffany to the pound. I was FURIOUS!!!!!!! I told her that I could forgive her for breaking my heart, but I'd never forgive her for killing our baby (Hopefully, someone adopted Tiffany). She had done this during a 6 month period when we weren't speaking. Since that time our lives haven't merged again and I still occassionally get a call from Kathy. And though Tiffany has long been gone she still purrs in my heart.
Well, I moved home to Jacksonville and was, temporarily, rooming with my best friend at her house and she had 2 cats Tammy and Delilah. Well, Delilah was this fat, affectionate ole Siamese who just adored me and I her. I tucked her into bed with me at night and when I'd wake up she'd be in the SAME spot under my arm. It was during this time, as my heart healed from Kathy, that I bonded with Delilah. Delilah became MY cat and I begged Laura to give her to me once I got back on my feet and got a place of my own. Delilah LOVED to bathe my hairy arms and Laura would tell me "I can't hear the tv for all that licking going on". Delilah would lick, and lick and lick until one arm became raw and I'd have to flip her around so that she could groom the other arm. Well, before I got on my feet again, Delilah (at 16+ years) got very sick from old age and the end result was that she was suffering from diabetes among other things. Her time had come and the vet allowed us some moments alone and Laura and I both cried hysterically, hugging Delilah. I used to cradle her in my arms like a baby and she'd just stay there and let me carry her around, purring away. Well, this last time with her she started purring and I just LOST IT! I was practically screaming. In the end, it was the best thing rather than her to live her final few months in agony. We made a casket out of a shoe box with her picture on top and had a very tearful service in the back yard where she was buried. Laura was about to move, but we felt that since this was where Delilah first came into the world then this is where her final resting place should be. To this very day, 5 years later, when I pass that house I never forget to roll down the window and yell "HI DELILAH". I'm sure the current residents wonder who this nut is that drives by yelling out his car window and who in the heck is Delilah?
Jump forward a few years to a point when I was living with friends, just weeks before I move into my own apt (These are my friends who are the parents to my kitty nephew Nickademus and kitty niece Bella). They come home with a box and tell me to come upstairs to my room. When I did, they opened the box and out came this TINY little tuxedo kitten who looked at me and said "MEOW". I was OVERJOYED! My first son as a single father and I named him Socrates. He slept on my chest every night and TO THIS DAY we can't go to sleep without playing "catch the hand under the covers". In fact, I can't sleep w/o a cat anymore. Is that pathetic or what?
Well, about 9 months later, nearing Christmas of 98, Socs and I (along w/ my roommate) were living together just fine and enjoying a nice father/son relationship. I went for a drive with Laura and in her neighborhood we saw this sign that said FREE CHRISTMAS KITTENS! Well, both being catified, we stopped. I told Laura "Now, listen, I'm NOT getting another cat, so YOU have to refrain me when we see these cute kittens" (I should have known better than to take someone whose as big a cat person as me). So, we walk into this families home where this sweet 12 yr old girl had been loving this liter of 8 kittens since birth and she had even named ALL of them. Well, lying in this chair, were this multitude of tiny feet, tiny ears and tiny tails. Just one big pile of the cutest little kittens. Well, the one in the very center of this heap looked RIGHT at me and said (Yep, you guessed it) "MEOOOW". Well, Laura leans over and whispers "Listen, he's saying 'Dad! Dad!'" Do I really need to tell you what happened next?
And, boy, was Socrates pissed when I brought this kitten home. Theres even a picture on this first day of me on the couch with Tiger Jones (As in Indiana Jones and Spielberg is my fav. filmmaker AND the little girl had named him Tiger Jones, so I couldn't bare to change it) smiling at the camera and Socrates is standing on the couch staring at me as if to say "You SOB! Your gonna pay for this".
Today, I live by myself and the babies and when you first enter my home theres a sign that reads: THIS HOME IS MAINTAINED ENTIRELY FOR THE CONVIENENCE AND COMFORT OF MY CATS.
Ain't it the truth! It's not MY apt., it's THEIRS and they humor my presence in THEIR household. I'm a slave to my SPOILED cats and they have me right where they want me: Eating out of their paws!
Now, I know the first half of this story is sad, but I just wanted to share my Cat-history, so that you'll understand what has made me a catified male, through and through. I even keep a bag of food in my car so that when I see strays out and about I can feed them. In fact, I want to trade places with my cats for a day and let THEM come to work and let me stay home and be spoiled rotten. Socrates and Tiger are fixed and they are indoor cats for life (except for those occassions they might push the screen out and fall onto the grass).
Let me hear your stories? I'm really curious. I hope mine wasn't too sad at the brginning there.
>^..^< Meowfully,
MeowMan (Chuck)