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| Cotton Kitty was my beloved cat. He passed away on Feb 25, 2003. He was run over, like so many other pets. He was about 9 years old, and lived a life long and full for an outdoor cat in the peaceful country. He roamed wherever he pleased and spent many long afternoons padding silently through the woods or pastures or sleeping in the warm sun. He was free to live a happy life and did just that all the way through. He had many "adventures" throughout his life. When he was little more than a kitten he was gone three days then returned. We suspect someone "adopted" the pretty white kitty but he managed to escape back to the one he loved best. He slept on my bed that night. Another time he dissapeared for two full weeks after being chased into the woods by a dog, but faithfully returned to me once again. He had some battles, before and after he was neutered. He always pulled through. I think he either must have bravely rushed into battle with any cat, for his wounds were bad, that or I wouldn't have wanted to see the other cat if he won in such a state! Cotton Kitty sometimes stopped fights between our other cats. "Blessed are the peacemakers." He was one. And for me, Cotton Kitty had the loyalty of a dog. Actually, he had the loyalty of a cat, an extraordinary cat. The loyalty and love of a cat is a deep and mysterious thing. It causes them to return thousands of miles to their rightful owners. They purr in our laps, and rub their cheeks on our legs. I will never forget his sweetness. He followed me everywhere faithfully. He would meow to be petted or fed, and when I was petting him he had a most endearing habit of patting me with his little paw. I myself taught him the trick. One day he was sitting on the cat tree outside the door and looking in the door window. He touched his paw to the window in a "please pet me or let me in" way. I saw him do it and thought, "That's cute! I wonder if he'll do it again." I opened the door and petted him and fussed over him as a reward. As soon as I closed the door, Presto! He did it once again. I contunued to reward him each time he did it. It was literally a five-minute trick. Soon I taught him to 'wave' back when I waved at him. He learned variations, such as a "high five" and invented the love pat himself. Someday I know I'll see him again, waving at me like before. I know he'll be there in heaven. Cotton Kitty isn't gone forever. I will see him again some day in heaven. For now I will cherish his memory and will do so for the rest of my life. He led a happy life and I wait to see him again. |
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| Cotton Kitty sits gazing out the window. His purr was not like the loud motor of some cats. Cotton's purr was a peacful, throbbing sound. |
| Cotton sits by the deck, his white fur forming a radiant halo. Cotton Kitty's family: Mother: Eve (owned by my grandmother) Father: unknown tom Cotton Kitty's neice is Precious Chosen. Her mother was Ringtail, his sister or half-sister. I believe he also fathered a couple of litters before we got him fixed! |
| Cotton Kitty pauses from drinking from the little pond. He was a beautiful cat, both kingly and devoted at the same time. I will remember him always. |