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G'day all, season greeting to ya's all from the land down under. I must apologize as this will be my first and last post. I need somewhere to unload my grief and this seemed like a good place to be at the moment. Around fellow cat lovers.
If I may I'd like to share a heart warming story with you-
My little mate, wasn't such a little cat. When I first met him he was a big cat, and around 4 maybe 5 years old. But my introduction to the little guy is about mid way thru his troubled life, so please allow me to start at the beginning.
Tut, tut, tut puss. puss, puss as he was called back then when my soon to be daughter in law first came across this beaten up young cat, was a sorry looking thing. She guessed by his behavior that he had been mistreated by his owners before being dumped. He was covered in abscesses and when taken to the local vet was informed that the money that was needed to fix him would cost more than it was worth. My Daughter, (God bless her) can be as stubborn as that cats will to live, and informed the vet to fix him anyway. Don't get me wrong, we aren't wealthy people but she was being reasonably well paid while training as an assistant career for the mentally disabled. So over a period of a year with much love and patience she nursed the cat back to something that was almost normal. Over time the Vet dropped hundreds from the bills as he came to see Maries determination and love for the mangy thing. After the first year he was a stubborn little rascal from what iv heard. He hated men and only gave limited affection to Marie. It soon came to pass that Marie had to leave her rental unit and the next place didn't allow pets. So Marie asked her mum (Toni) if she'd take the cat? She reluctantly said yes.
So it was off to a new home, and a new name. Now he had to get use to the name of, "Gemery". It was taken from a kid who could not pronounce the name Jeremy. Wow was he in for a shock. Two teenage boys 14 & 18. They were good kids at heart, but had no idea how to deal with a animal that had been mistreated and now hated anyone in long pants. So the war began. They would peg (throw) soft toys at the cat and he would pee over their school or work bags. It went on like this for about three years. He was loved by the perfectionist mum & terrorized by the kids. He was fed well, had free reign of the home and could come & go as he pleased. So I suppose considering his early life he would of been reasonably contented.
It's about that time that I came into Toni's life. Now my out look is, all animals are ok by me, but I preferred dogs, as that's what I had grown up with. One day early in the peace when I was sitting in the lounge room I saw a dash of orange shoot behind the couch that was in front of me. I asked Toni if she had a pet? She informed me of this man hating cat. So I got off of the couch and headed across the room and pulled the couch away from the wall. I got down on my knees and there hissing back at me was this fearful looking thing. lol. Iv always laughed at that. So I told him plain and simple like, "You don't know it yet, but you and I are going to be mates! I will become your friend and hopefully you will come to accept me in your home". As I reached for him I got a number of nasty scratches on my right forearm for my trouble.
That's when my love for him started. I too, had had a troubled life & was also on the streets at a young age, so I understood both his fear and fighting spirit. Every time I went and saw this beautiful lady, I always took the time to speak to the cat in a gentle manner, often reaching out to stroke him as he ran past my legs. It took about a year before he trusted me enough to jump up on my lap. So when about a year later when I asked Toni to marry me, boofhead as I came to call him. ( My pet name for him) openly accepted me, but I was the only guy that could pick him up. Even my now wife was amazed that her cat loved and accepted me more than her. When we moved house the cat naturally came with us. He settled into his new home rather well, even got use to the new routine of being locked up at night. We had to always watch him if we were heading out the front or back doors as he would often try to dash outside, but apart from that he was a great cat. I soon discovered one night that Gemery respected me, for when I called to him as he was making a dash for the back fence, he dropped onto his back and just kind of did a number of barrel rolls. So I went up to him & just played with him. Told him what a good boy he was for listening and took him back into the house. Lol. My wife was gob smacked. Who said you can't teach old cats new tricks?
It wasn't long before he knew what Tummy Rub meant, or brush! Man did he love being brushed with one of those hand fitting massage brushes. When my wife & I sat down to watch TV, Gem would often jump up onto my lap and paw at the dressing gown that I wore and dribble to his hearts content as I stroked his fine and soft ginger fur.
Play time with him was the best. A long feather being run along the floor was his favorite and often found me with scratches all over my finger tips. I didn't care much for the pain of it all, but we stirred each other up equally so I didn't mind that much. Gem knew when I tapped my feet, or clicked my finger nails on the ground that It was time to get in contact with his wild side & have some fun.
About a year ago my wife & I separated, & I am ashamed to say I missed my little mate, more than I did my wife. But that was life. I knew that he pined for me, but what can one do? He was after all Toni's cat! About 2 months ago I made a determined effort to fix our marriage, I loved my wife and her cat, & I needed both of them in my life. They were and are my loved one's. They are my family. Gem was overjoyed to have me coming around every other day and it was great to be able to play with my little mate again. I am ashamed to say that on the 23rd December, I had an argument with my wife, she said something hurtful and I raised my voice. I turned and headed for the front door. As I left Gem bolted out the door. I should of gone and got him and with hindsight I wish I had. that was the last time I saw my little mate! My wife phoned me two nights ago to tell me that Gem had been hit by a car & had his pelvis & back legs shattered by the impact. It took him 4 days, in 35 C heat to drag himself home. He was put to rest late on the night of the 27th.
Gem and I had had six years together. During this short period of time, he came to accept all people, both men and women. When we had visitors over who had never been to the house before, they often found my little mate brushing up against their legs leaving his ginger fur over their pants legs. I am so proud of you Gem. My heart is breaking at you not being here with us any more, for it is our loss. You taught me as much as I taught you. I love you buddy. I miss you so much. Any way people thanks for your time. The tears are flowing freely and my story is over.
From a converted dog lover. now a proud cat lover!
If I may I'd like to share a heart warming story with you-
My little mate, wasn't such a little cat. When I first met him he was a big cat, and around 4 maybe 5 years old. But my introduction to the little guy is about mid way thru his troubled life, so please allow me to start at the beginning.
Tut, tut, tut puss. puss, puss as he was called back then when my soon to be daughter in law first came across this beaten up young cat, was a sorry looking thing. She guessed by his behavior that he had been mistreated by his owners before being dumped. He was covered in abscesses and when taken to the local vet was informed that the money that was needed to fix him would cost more than it was worth. My Daughter, (God bless her) can be as stubborn as that cats will to live, and informed the vet to fix him anyway. Don't get me wrong, we aren't wealthy people but she was being reasonably well paid while training as an assistant career for the mentally disabled. So over a period of a year with much love and patience she nursed the cat back to something that was almost normal. Over time the Vet dropped hundreds from the bills as he came to see Maries determination and love for the mangy thing. After the first year he was a stubborn little rascal from what iv heard. He hated men and only gave limited affection to Marie. It soon came to pass that Marie had to leave her rental unit and the next place didn't allow pets. So Marie asked her mum (Toni) if she'd take the cat? She reluctantly said yes.
So it was off to a new home, and a new name. Now he had to get use to the name of, "Gemery". It was taken from a kid who could not pronounce the name Jeremy. Wow was he in for a shock. Two teenage boys 14 & 18. They were good kids at heart, but had no idea how to deal with a animal that had been mistreated and now hated anyone in long pants. So the war began. They would peg (throw) soft toys at the cat and he would pee over their school or work bags. It went on like this for about three years. He was loved by the perfectionist mum & terrorized by the kids. He was fed well, had free reign of the home and could come & go as he pleased. So I suppose considering his early life he would of been reasonably contented.
It's about that time that I came into Toni's life. Now my out look is, all animals are ok by me, but I preferred dogs, as that's what I had grown up with. One day early in the peace when I was sitting in the lounge room I saw a dash of orange shoot behind the couch that was in front of me. I asked Toni if she had a pet? She informed me of this man hating cat. So I got off of the couch and headed across the room and pulled the couch away from the wall. I got down on my knees and there hissing back at me was this fearful looking thing. lol. Iv always laughed at that. So I told him plain and simple like, "You don't know it yet, but you and I are going to be mates! I will become your friend and hopefully you will come to accept me in your home". As I reached for him I got a number of nasty scratches on my right forearm for my trouble.
That's when my love for him started. I too, had had a troubled life & was also on the streets at a young age, so I understood both his fear and fighting spirit. Every time I went and saw this beautiful lady, I always took the time to speak to the cat in a gentle manner, often reaching out to stroke him as he ran past my legs. It took about a year before he trusted me enough to jump up on my lap. So when about a year later when I asked Toni to marry me, boofhead as I came to call him. ( My pet name for him) openly accepted me, but I was the only guy that could pick him up. Even my now wife was amazed that her cat loved and accepted me more than her. When we moved house the cat naturally came with us. He settled into his new home rather well, even got use to the new routine of being locked up at night. We had to always watch him if we were heading out the front or back doors as he would often try to dash outside, but apart from that he was a great cat. I soon discovered one night that Gemery respected me, for when I called to him as he was making a dash for the back fence, he dropped onto his back and just kind of did a number of barrel rolls. So I went up to him & just played with him. Told him what a good boy he was for listening and took him back into the house. Lol. My wife was gob smacked. Who said you can't teach old cats new tricks?
It wasn't long before he knew what Tummy Rub meant, or brush! Man did he love being brushed with one of those hand fitting massage brushes. When my wife & I sat down to watch TV, Gem would often jump up onto my lap and paw at the dressing gown that I wore and dribble to his hearts content as I stroked his fine and soft ginger fur.
Play time with him was the best. A long feather being run along the floor was his favorite and often found me with scratches all over my finger tips. I didn't care much for the pain of it all, but we stirred each other up equally so I didn't mind that much. Gem knew when I tapped my feet, or clicked my finger nails on the ground that It was time to get in contact with his wild side & have some fun.
About a year ago my wife & I separated, & I am ashamed to say I missed my little mate, more than I did my wife. But that was life. I knew that he pined for me, but what can one do? He was after all Toni's cat! About 2 months ago I made a determined effort to fix our marriage, I loved my wife and her cat, & I needed both of them in my life. They were and are my loved one's. They are my family. Gem was overjoyed to have me coming around every other day and it was great to be able to play with my little mate again. I am ashamed to say that on the 23rd December, I had an argument with my wife, she said something hurtful and I raised my voice. I turned and headed for the front door. As I left Gem bolted out the door. I should of gone and got him and with hindsight I wish I had. that was the last time I saw my little mate! My wife phoned me two nights ago to tell me that Gem had been hit by a car & had his pelvis & back legs shattered by the impact. It took him 4 days, in 35 C heat to drag himself home. He was put to rest late on the night of the 27th.
Gem and I had had six years together. During this short period of time, he came to accept all people, both men and women. When we had visitors over who had never been to the house before, they often found my little mate brushing up against their legs leaving his ginger fur over their pants legs. I am so proud of you Gem. My heart is breaking at you not being here with us any more, for it is our loss. You taught me as much as I taught you. I love you buddy. I miss you so much. Any way people thanks for your time. The tears are flowing freely and my story is over.
From a converted dog lover. now a proud cat lover!