I was born
sometime around April 1, way way back in 1988. I really don't
remeber very much about tose early days or my fur mom. I do remember
waking up one day at the Morris Animal Shleter here in Philadelphia,
when I was about 8 weeks old. I was so tiny back then!
I had been
there for about a week or so when in walked my future Meowmie
looking to adopt a kitten. I was so shy. I was sharing a cage
with another kitten, an all white male who was a few months older
than me. I kind of tried to hide behind him, but my Meowmie must
have known we were meant for each other, becasue she asked the
animal shlelter people to show her "the little scared one
in the back".
Well, I
was so small I could fit in the palm of her hand, and she looked
into my eyes and asked me if I wanted to come home with her. I
didn't really know what to say, so I let out an all purpose "mew"
the biggest one that I could muster. She decided to take this
as a "yes" and within 48 hours I was on my way to my
new home.
As soon
as she got me home I began training her. And boy was it alot of
work! She actually thought that I was going to sleep in a kitty
bed while she slep in her nice big comfy one. WRONG! Let's just
say my displeasure with my sleeping accomdations was made very
clear that first night as she tried to go to sleep. Of course
I was too small to jump all of the way up there, so I made her
scoop me up and put me on her pillow. That was the first step
in an almost 14 year long training process that continues to this
day. Some humans need alot of work.
For example,
one of the things that my Mewmie has STILL not learned is that
I do not like this businness of having other cats live with us.
Not one bit! I mean she already has the perfect cat. Me! First
it was this big black cat named Figaro, or Figgie for short. Ok,
fine---he was sweet and affectionate and had the good sense to
worship me, so I reluctantly decided he could stay. He lived with
us for about 9 years, before he had to go to the Bridge after
a bout with liver cancer. Meowmie was devestated, and I have to
even admitt that I missed him . He was a nice kitty after all.
But that is no excuse for what happened next!
About 2
months after Figgie left us, Meowmie comes home with this orange
monster who she finally decided to name Patrick, but whom I call
Brat Boy. He apparently looked at Meowmie with a big sad face,
and made big green eyes at her, when she saw him at the shelter.
And completley conned her into taking him home with her. I still
can't believe she fell for it. Patrick eats my food, attacks my
tail when I am asleep, stinks up the litter boxes, and no matter
how many times Meowmie has to yell PPPAAATTTRRRIIICCCKKK!!!, he
still insists on picking fights with me at very opportunity. He
even refers to me as "the old hag" when he thinks I
am not listening. Hmph! And then if all that wasn't enough, about
4 months ago, Meowmie decides to adopt yet ANOTHER cat. This time
its a little white kitten named Bianca. I mean when will this
insanity end!
Sorry about
my little rant. I need to control my emotions becasue I have a
bad heart, and getting upset isn't good for it. When I was about
8 years old, I was diagnosed with Hypertropic Cardiomyopathy or
HCM. At first it didnt seem to be affecting me very much, but
in recent years it has gotten worse. Both me and Meowmie have
accepted the fact that I could go to the Bridge at any time without
notice. Or so the vet keeps telling us. Meowmie has been hearing
the vet say this for quite a few years now, and I am still here.
:-) So we just take the days one at a time. Most of the time I
feel perfectly fine, and have a good quality of life, so its hard
for Meowmie to remember that I am as sick as the vet says that
I am.
It sure
hasn't stopped me from finding the perfect winkwink. A big handsome
snugglebunny of a cat named Dr. Watson. He is my soul mate.
All in all,
I feel pretty lucky. I am going to be 14 in a few weeks, and I
have seen so many younger, seemingly healthier kitties go to the
Bridge. I have wondered on many occasions why me with my bad heart,
is still here and they aren't. But me and Meowmie can't seem to
find an answer that we both really believe, so we have stopped
looking for one. Instead we try to focus on the moment and enjoy
the here and now. Hey, it's worked for almost 14 years.
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