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The last time I will post this story.
Thursday, September 16, 1999
It was a dark and stormy night. Pouring rain. I was working in a house with three small children and a dog. We were in the kitchen and I was performing "dinner theater" for the entertainment of the children (I work with special needs children) dancing and singing, to distract them from the violent storm raging outside. Suddenly I heard this loud wailing meow, and the dog went crazy barking and jumping at the door.
I went outside and stood on the stoop but didn't see anything. I went back inside, and as soon as I shut the door, again heard this loud plaintive meow, and of course the dog went berserk again. This time I shut the dog in the bathroom (on the other side of the house) and stepped outside, off the porch. I stood in the pouring rain and called "kitty kitty kitty" as loud as I could. I really couldn't see a thing, it was a miserable night.
Suddenly I felt something climbing up me, and there was this tiny kitten clinging to me, just under my chin. I didn't take the time to look him over, I couldn't bring him in that house, nor could I leave the children for long, so I put him in my car, arranging the car blanket on the floor of the back seat, hoping the kitten would use it as a warm snuggly nest to sleep in and be warm until I left for home.
When I finally got in my car to go home, I found the little baby curled up in the driver's seat (my seat). He had used the blanket nest as his litter box, leaving me a little "present". (and is still just as fastidious) I lifted him off the seat and placed him on my lap, and he rode home, still curled up, like that.
When I got him home I discovered that he was just a tiny scrap of red fur. I got him to the vet the next day, and the vet felt he was about 5 weeks old, he had pneumonia, chlamydia eye infection, ear mites, mal-nourished and so on. He weighed only one pound. It was touch and go for a few days, but he rallied and responded to my loving care.
Ootay (rb5/09) and Bibbs(rb3/05) who were 8 at the time, took him under their wings and loved him.
His full name is Tolly Sweet Pea. He is just the sweetest cat I have ever met. He has a wonderful sense of humor and sense of fun, always playing Jokes and inventing Games. He is also known as Nurse Tolly, as he comforts and nurses anyone sick (human or feline) and fusses over any cat who comes home smelling like vet. He loves other cats. All other cats.
Tolly is 12 years old, has a seizure disorder, herpes eyes and liver damage. He also gets these hairball sicknesses that have become more frequent as he's gotten older. He has a painful dental disease called resorptive lesions (FORL) and has had to have most of his teeth extracted from a number of dental surgeries. He takes phenobarbital twice a day, denosyl once a day and l-lysine once a day. Hairball medicine every other day. There were times I thought I would lose him but with the help of Cornell University Companion Animals Hospital, and my dear caring vet, he is still with me and thriving.***
Happy Gotcha Day my beautiful Tolly boy, my Sweetest Sweet Pea, the Joy of my Life. I love you!
****Tolly's little body gave up on him on November 29, 2011. He had an aggressive cancer that he managed to hide from me as long as he could. From his first sign of trouble, to the day he left me, was only 19 days. I did everything I could for him but when he asked to be set free I could only honor my promise to him to not ever let him suffer, and let him go. He is with his beloved Bibbs and his beloved Ootay now. When they each left him he grieved terribly, and I am happy for them that they are all together.
Bibbs
Tolly Ootay
Thursday, September 16, 1999
It was a dark and stormy night. Pouring rain. I was working in a house with three small children and a dog. We were in the kitchen and I was performing "dinner theater" for the entertainment of the children (I work with special needs children) dancing and singing, to distract them from the violent storm raging outside. Suddenly I heard this loud wailing meow, and the dog went crazy barking and jumping at the door.
I went outside and stood on the stoop but didn't see anything. I went back inside, and as soon as I shut the door, again heard this loud plaintive meow, and of course the dog went berserk again. This time I shut the dog in the bathroom (on the other side of the house) and stepped outside, off the porch. I stood in the pouring rain and called "kitty kitty kitty" as loud as I could. I really couldn't see a thing, it was a miserable night.
Suddenly I felt something climbing up me, and there was this tiny kitten clinging to me, just under my chin. I didn't take the time to look him over, I couldn't bring him in that house, nor could I leave the children for long, so I put him in my car, arranging the car blanket on the floor of the back seat, hoping the kitten would use it as a warm snuggly nest to sleep in and be warm until I left for home.
When I finally got in my car to go home, I found the little baby curled up in the driver's seat (my seat). He had used the blanket nest as his litter box, leaving me a little "present". (and is still just as fastidious) I lifted him off the seat and placed him on my lap, and he rode home, still curled up, like that.
When I got him home I discovered that he was just a tiny scrap of red fur. I got him to the vet the next day, and the vet felt he was about 5 weeks old, he had pneumonia, chlamydia eye infection, ear mites, mal-nourished and so on. He weighed only one pound. It was touch and go for a few days, but he rallied and responded to my loving care.
Ootay (rb5/09) and Bibbs(rb3/05) who were 8 at the time, took him under their wings and loved him.
His full name is Tolly Sweet Pea. He is just the sweetest cat I have ever met. He has a wonderful sense of humor and sense of fun, always playing Jokes and inventing Games. He is also known as Nurse Tolly, as he comforts and nurses anyone sick (human or feline) and fusses over any cat who comes home smelling like vet. He loves other cats. All other cats.
Tolly is 12 years old, has a seizure disorder, herpes eyes and liver damage. He also gets these hairball sicknesses that have become more frequent as he's gotten older. He has a painful dental disease called resorptive lesions (FORL) and has had to have most of his teeth extracted from a number of dental surgeries. He takes phenobarbital twice a day, denosyl once a day and l-lysine once a day. Hairball medicine every other day. There were times I thought I would lose him but with the help of Cornell University Companion Animals Hospital, and my dear caring vet, he is still with me and thriving.***
Happy Gotcha Day my beautiful Tolly boy, my Sweetest Sweet Pea, the Joy of my Life. I love you!
****Tolly's little body gave up on him on November 29, 2011. He had an aggressive cancer that he managed to hide from me as long as he could. From his first sign of trouble, to the day he left me, was only 19 days. I did everything I could for him but when he asked to be set free I could only honor my promise to him to not ever let him suffer, and let him go. He is with his beloved Bibbs and his beloved Ootay now. When they each left him he grieved terribly, and I am happy for them that they are all together.
Bibbs
Tolly Ootay
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was one amazing kitty. I think it's absolutely beautiful that he's still so close, and able to comfort you, especially when you're missing him most. :heart3: It's just so like him. :heart3:
