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Isn't he beautiful ?
This page is a tribute to Crocket, who left this world for kitty heaven in October 1998.
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Crockets childhood
We adopted Crocket when he was only six weeks old. We adopted him, and his sister, "Tubs" - get it ---- Crocket & Tubs.........
They were both pure white kittens, but Crocket had a tuft of hair that stood up in the middle of his head, and that was black.
Tubs, was a little girl kitty, and she was smaller than Crocket. He was really round in the belly, because he was a little piggy.
We had barracaded off a room in the basement for them, so that they didn't fall down the stairs while nobody was home. We thought they would be safer down stairs........WRONG
They didn't take long to escape the safety of their room, and head for the stairs. Our basement stairs at that time were not enclosed, and a tiny kitty could easily have fallen in between, and been seriously hurt.
Hearing the pitter patter of little paws, tripping over one another as kittens do, we ran to the basement steps to ensure their safe arrival, to find............little tiny Tubs, was trying to drag her bigger heavier brother up those steps like a Mother Cat.
Who says they don't have feelings, and thoughts of their own. Even as tiny babies, she knew he needed help, and her mothering instincts kicked in, and told her what to do.
Crocket as a youngster
Crocket always used to love to get inside of boxes, paper bags, dresser drawers,.
When he was just a kitten, he would crawl up onto the shelf, and into the kleenex box. We'd look all over for him, and there he was, squished into that little kleenex box.
When he got older, he would still try to squish himself into the kleenex box.
Who's that ringing at my door bell?
A little pussy cat that isn't very well.
Rub its little nose with a little mutton fat,
That's the best cure for a little pussy cat.
D'Arcy Wentworth Thompson (1829 - 1902)
Crocket used to knock on the door when he wanted in the house.
He would get up on his hind paws, hang onto the door with one paw, and bang away with the other one until someone came and let him in.
He was a very smart cat our Crocket was
When Noah took a pair of each of the animals, a male and a female, his followers said to him " how are we and our cattle to live in peace and security while the lion is with us?"
God therefor caused the lion to be seized and overpowered with fever, and that was the first occasion on which fever visited the earth, and that is why the lion is always in a state of fever.
They next complained of the rat which, they said, would spoil their food.
God then caused the lion to sneeze, and from the sneeze came the CAT !
We had the pleasure of Crockets company for twelve years, during which time, he indulged us with his endearing looks, and his contented purring. He was always ready to curl up on your lap, and loved to give snuggles.
He could read, our Crocket, or at least so it seemed, because you couldn't put the value priced food in his dish, He Knew.......
According to legend a cat has nine lives.
For three he plays, for three he strays, and for the last three he stays.
Of all God's creatures there is only one
that cannot be made the slave of the lash. That one is the Cat. If man could be crossed with a cat it would improve man, but it would deteriorate the cat.
................Mark Twain
Greek legend says that Galinthia, princess of the city of Argos, was changed by the Fates into a cat, and that in that shape she served as high priestess to Hecate, the goddess of magic.
When Crocket was a young cat, he was full of mischief, as are most young kittens.
We used to buy him those little packages of cat food for a treat, and we kept them on the porch ledge.
One day we were out, and when we came home, there was empty cat food packets in the porch, on the kitchen floor, all over the place.
But the treats inside were all gone, except for little bits and pieces all over the place.
I guess he had decided to just help himself.
After he had that figured out, he would often bring a packet to me , and put it at my feet, or bring it up onto the bed, as if he was asking to be fed.
a DOG comes when you call him...................
a CAT takes a message and gets back to you......
did you know that ........
CAT is called "CATUL" in Hebrew.
The snowflakes on this page represent the teardrops that we cried when we lost our Baby Crocket to feline diabetes last year.
IF YOU LOVE YOUR PET......DO NOT OVERFEED .....FOLLOW YOUR VETS ADVICE.......NEVER GIVE TABLE FOOD......HAVE YOUR PET SPAYED OR NEUTERED........KEEP UP WITH HIS IMMUNIZATION........
BECAUSE YOU LOVE YOUR PET !
Every morning, Crocket would be waiting in the hallway for me when I got up.
I would say Good Morning, and he would purr a really deep loud purr.
He was saying Good Morning to me.
Then he would walk quickly down the hall, looking behind him often as he went, just to be sure that I was following, and all the while, he was talking to me, that deep sort of meowing purring.
He'd go directly to his dish, and if I wasn't responding the way I should have been, then he would get louder and louder, until I figured it out.
Crockets Friends and Neighbours
Crocket was a sociable fellow. He liked all people, especially those who fed him, or petted him.
He loved women most of all,especially the ones that wore perfume.
The neighbours Cat, Casper was a special buddy of our Crocket. Those two could usually be found running around the yard together, or chasing one another around the shrubs.
They got along just great, and they both loved to tease the other neighbours dog.
This dog was confined to his run, and Crocket and Casper would sit at the fence, crouch down just low enough so that poor dog could see them, and watch him go nuts.
The Cat
Within that porch, across the way,
I see two naked eyes this night;
Two eyes that neither shut nor blink
Searching my face wwith a green light.
But cats to me are strange, so strange
I cannot sleep if one is near;
And though I'm sure I see those eyes,
I'm not sure abody's there.
.......................W.H.Davies (1871-1940)
What's with the fish ??
well .......cats love fish..DON'T THEY???
Lost in the Snow
One day when the boys left for school, Crocket slipped out the door and into the snow without being seen.
He was just a little thing anyway, so he could have done that easily.
About a half an hour later, I couldn't find him anywhere, and I realized what had happened.
Terror set in !!
Here was this tiny little white kitten, out there wandering around in the fresh snow, and so close to the highway too. He must have been terrified.
So we went out looking for him, all up and down the block. Calling him as we went. Our neighbours must have thought we were crazy.
The school buses would start running soon, and I was sure he would be run over, or stepped on in the snow, or maybe he fell into a deep snow drift and couldn't get out. He was so tiny.
I called the school, and they announced over the intercom system "Crocket is missing....Crocket is missing"
The boys left school in a panic when the bell rang that day, and on the way home they found him, at the school, he had followed them.
One of them heard a little "mew" and there he was, looking for his boys.
We put a velvet collar on him that day, and he always wore one after that, especially in winter, so we could find him. Sometimes it was pink, sometimes blue, and once a black one.
I can say with sincerety that I like cats.......A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
........Emily Bronte
Cats are a mysterious kind of folk. There is more passing in their minds than we are aware of.
...........Sir Walter Scott
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