Overheard in my house -
Kiddo: Daddy, can we go outside and play?
J: No, it's too cold outside, you'll get sick.
Kiddo: Daddy, cold doesn't make you sick.
Me: Kiddo, what makes you sick?
Kiddo: Cats!
Well, in his defense, cats do make him sick. :)
Showing posts with label Cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cats. Show all posts
Friday, April 15, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Monday, March 22, 2010
Venus
I was on Facebook tonight and one of my freinds posted a bunch of pictures of her cats.
One of them was pure black and it made me think of my Kitty back home in Pennsylvania. Her name is Venus.
She is the sweetest cat ever. She's never hissed or slapped at me, not ever. I would have brought her here but J is allergic to cats. (Why did I marry him? Just kidding)
I wonder what a cat's memory is like. Does she remember me each year when I go back? Is she being so sweet to me when I pet and cuddle her because she remembers me and she misses me. Or is she being sweet because SOMEONE is petting and cuddling her?
I like to think it's because she misses me.
One of them was pure black and it made me think of my Kitty back home in Pennsylvania. Her name is Venus.
She is the sweetest cat ever. She's never hissed or slapped at me, not ever. I would have brought her here but J is allergic to cats. (Why did I marry him? Just kidding)
I wonder what a cat's memory is like. Does she remember me each year when I go back? Is she being so sweet to me when I pet and cuddle her because she remembers me and she misses me. Or is she being sweet because SOMEONE is petting and cuddling her?
I like to think it's because she misses me.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty
Most of my life growing up I had a cat. When I say most, I mean most. I got my first cat when I was two and had at least one cat all the way until I got married.
Of course, I would have to meet and marry a guy was is allergic to cats. (Blast you, allergies!!) It was so awful when I had to move without my kitty. The sweetest, most wonderful, kindest kitty I've ever met. (She's NEVER hissed at me, never, not once.)
Well, yesterday we were visiting some stores, running around, trying to accomplish some things on the to do list. After dinner we decided to take the Kiddo to PetCo and let him look around.
We saw fish, lizards, snakes, frogs, birds, hamsters, mice, a guinea pig and ferrets (I was going to combine the last four into "rodents" but I decided to list them out. Gross!)
By the time we had gone all around we had lost J. So, I called him to find out where he was and he said he was at the front of the store with the cat. I didn't know there was a cat! The Kiddo and I made a beeline for the Kitty.
We stood there and played with the Kitty (is that evil?) for a while until we had to leave. In the car J said "I really like that cat."
It was a very sweet Kitty Cat, I wanted it. Then he said HE wanted it! Then I had to do something that was like torture for me (okay, not really but it was still awful). I had to talk him out of getting the sweet, adorable, fuzzy kitty.
"No Baby, we can't get the fuzzy kitty because you'll die." (Not so extrememe but close.) It was awful, I want my Kitty back!!!!
Of course, I would have to meet and marry a guy was is allergic to cats. (Blast you, allergies!!) It was so awful when I had to move without my kitty. The sweetest, most wonderful, kindest kitty I've ever met. (She's NEVER hissed at me, never, not once.)
Well, yesterday we were visiting some stores, running around, trying to accomplish some things on the to do list. After dinner we decided to take the Kiddo to PetCo and let him look around.
We saw fish, lizards, snakes, frogs, birds, hamsters, mice, a guinea pig and ferrets (I was going to combine the last four into "rodents" but I decided to list them out. Gross!)
By the time we had gone all around we had lost J. So, I called him to find out where he was and he said he was at the front of the store with the cat. I didn't know there was a cat! The Kiddo and I made a beeline for the Kitty.
We stood there and played with the Kitty (is that evil?) for a while until we had to leave. In the car J said "I really like that cat."
It was a very sweet Kitty Cat, I wanted it. Then he said HE wanted it! Then I had to do something that was like torture for me (okay, not really but it was still awful). I had to talk him out of getting the sweet, adorable, fuzzy kitty.
"No Baby, we can't get the fuzzy kitty because you'll die." (Not so extrememe but close.) It was awful, I want my Kitty back!!!!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty.
Thanks to a couple of people (Showmyface http://www.showmyface.com/ and Ruby) always talking about their cats I’ve been missing mine lately.
Growing up I always had at least one cat. I was two (I believe) when we went to the pet store with money from my Grandfather and picked out my first Cat. She was a beautiful Calico and the softest cat I have ever touched. Her name was Princess. Original, I know. Don’t blame me I was only two, I didn’t name her.
Quite a few years later my Nana (Dad’s Grandmother) was living with us and she decided she wanted a cat. We went for another kitten. Nana had also recently gotten an electric keyboard and I remember her telling me that since she got the piano I could have the cat.
Misty was black and white and she was my Baby. She came when I called her and answered me when I talked to her.
She had a good life. She was one of the fattest cats I’ve ever seen. One day, however, I noticed that she wasn’t eating well and that she had begun to lose weight.
We took her to the vet where we were promptly informed that she was diabetic. He put her on an insulin shot that we had to administer twice a day. Poor thing.
She had barely gotten any better before she was sick again and due to kidney failure it became necessary to have her euthanized.
What an awful day. They asked if I wanted to say good bye to her and then leave but there was no way I was going to leave and let them do that to her all alone. So, I stayed. I scratched her face and her neck like she liked and told her I loved her until she was gone. Even today I miss “My Baby” so much.
After saying good bye to Misty it wasn’t long before I realized that I just had to have another cat. My Dad and I talked about it and decided we wanted a solid grey cat and were going to adopt it from the shelter.
Soon we made a trip to the shelter. Cats everywhere! There were only one or two solid grey cats, though for some reason, they weren’t clicking with me.
I sat down on a bench while my Dad talked to a volunteer. As I sat I was greeted, hesitantly at first, by a solid black kitty cat. She only sniffed at first but it didn’t take long before she was practically climbing in my lap.
The volunteer looked over and I believe her words were something along the lines of “She never does that!”
That’s all I needed to hear! I’d found my cat. Or to be more specific, she had found me. I told my Dad “This is the one.” He was kind of disappointed though because he was really looking forward to an all grey cat. But I couldn’t help it. I had to have the black one that greeted me so swiftly.
I did adopt her and when I was given her file I opened it up to find a note paper clipped inside, it said “This is a snarling, hissing, feral cat.” I thought, “What?!”
I’m happy to report that I had her for years and she never, not even once, so much as hissed at me. Nothing. She is the sweetest cat. Her name is Venus. (I got to name her this time!)
Not long after that a stray had kittens under our porch and my dad got his grey cat.
We spent some time thinking up a name for him. Dad wanted to name him something that had to do with his coloring. “Grey” was out (My veto). So my Dad proposed something like “Silver” or “Quick silver.” That made me think. I said “isn’t there another name for Quick silver?” Yes. Mercury!
That’s as far as we had to go. We already had a Venus. Why not add a Mercury?
When I got married I was forced to leave Venus and Mercury behind with my Dad since my husband is allergic. Stupid Allergies!
I miss my cats so much. I wish there were a way to get my husband cured!
P.S. I feel the need to add that a few years ago my Dad purchased a gorgeous red Doberman and there was really no question at all what to name him . . . Can you guess? Mars.
Growing up I always had at least one cat. I was two (I believe) when we went to the pet store with money from my Grandfather and picked out my first Cat. She was a beautiful Calico and the softest cat I have ever touched. Her name was Princess. Original, I know. Don’t blame me I was only two, I didn’t name her.
Quite a few years later my Nana (Dad’s Grandmother) was living with us and she decided she wanted a cat. We went for another kitten. Nana had also recently gotten an electric keyboard and I remember her telling me that since she got the piano I could have the cat.
Misty was black and white and she was my Baby. She came when I called her and answered me when I talked to her.
She had a good life. She was one of the fattest cats I’ve ever seen. One day, however, I noticed that she wasn’t eating well and that she had begun to lose weight.
We took her to the vet where we were promptly informed that she was diabetic. He put her on an insulin shot that we had to administer twice a day. Poor thing.
She had barely gotten any better before she was sick again and due to kidney failure it became necessary to have her euthanized.
What an awful day. They asked if I wanted to say good bye to her and then leave but there was no way I was going to leave and let them do that to her all alone. So, I stayed. I scratched her face and her neck like she liked and told her I loved her until she was gone. Even today I miss “My Baby” so much.
After saying good bye to Misty it wasn’t long before I realized that I just had to have another cat. My Dad and I talked about it and decided we wanted a solid grey cat and were going to adopt it from the shelter.
Soon we made a trip to the shelter. Cats everywhere! There were only one or two solid grey cats, though for some reason, they weren’t clicking with me.
I sat down on a bench while my Dad talked to a volunteer. As I sat I was greeted, hesitantly at first, by a solid black kitty cat. She only sniffed at first but it didn’t take long before she was practically climbing in my lap.
The volunteer looked over and I believe her words were something along the lines of “She never does that!”
That’s all I needed to hear! I’d found my cat. Or to be more specific, she had found me. I told my Dad “This is the one.” He was kind of disappointed though because he was really looking forward to an all grey cat. But I couldn’t help it. I had to have the black one that greeted me so swiftly.
I did adopt her and when I was given her file I opened it up to find a note paper clipped inside, it said “This is a snarling, hissing, feral cat.” I thought, “What?!”
I’m happy to report that I had her for years and she never, not even once, so much as hissed at me. Nothing. She is the sweetest cat. Her name is Venus. (I got to name her this time!)
Not long after that a stray had kittens under our porch and my dad got his grey cat.
We spent some time thinking up a name for him. Dad wanted to name him something that had to do with his coloring. “Grey” was out (My veto). So my Dad proposed something like “Silver” or “Quick silver.” That made me think. I said “isn’t there another name for Quick silver?” Yes. Mercury!
That’s as far as we had to go. We already had a Venus. Why not add a Mercury?
When I got married I was forced to leave Venus and Mercury behind with my Dad since my husband is allergic. Stupid Allergies!
I miss my cats so much. I wish there were a way to get my husband cured!
P.S. I feel the need to add that a few years ago my Dad purchased a gorgeous red Doberman and there was really no question at all what to name him . . . Can you guess? Mars.
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