8 facts about…

I have been tagged
by Nadine to discuss 8 facts about myself.  I have to tag 8 other people to do. 
Like I even know 8 people in BlogLand that I could tag.  That is a whole
‘another story.
My 8 things that I
am going to talk about are the 8 cats that I have owned over my lifetime.  This
does not include cats that I ended up with because they were inherited but the 8
cats that personally picked out myself.  It is actually 9 but two never made it
past kittenhood and died within a few weeks of each
1. Billie – This was
my first cat and I have to admit that I love her the most.  Only one other cat
has come close in my affection up to this point.   She was a beautiful Calico
with clear black and orange markings on a white coat.  She was at least 50%
white.  I had her for about 10 years before we needed to put her down for medical
reasons.  She was a faithful companion that totally trusted me in all things.  
She loved people food and you really couldn’t leave food unattended if you
wanted it to still be there when you got back.  Once,  she licked ice cream out
of my bowl while I was reading the paper.  I was distracted and she took
advantage of it.  She was a very laid-back cat.  While I had her, we had many animals move through our house: cats from room mates, dogs,  stray cats that we
gave a home to, companion cats.  It didn’t matter.  She never had a hiss for any
of them and calmly accepted any and all pets and also all the new places I moved
2. Kyrin – Kyrin was
a long-haired tortoiseshell.  I probably had her for about 2 years before I gave
her away.  My first husband and I picked her out.  In reality, she was my
husband’s cat and we never really got along.   She would sit on the landing and
grab at my shoulder with her claws while I walked down the staircase.  She was
totally territorial and never let any cat join the household.  The only one she
liked was Billie who was already in the house.  When I moved to the US, I had
Billie, Kyrin, my parent’s old cat and a dog.  I really couldn’t move all of
them into a one bedroom apartment so I gave away the youngest that was the most
likely to get adopted.  She was adopted within a couple of
3. Tessa –  Tessa
was so named because it meant ‘fourth child’ and she was the fourth pet in our
house.  She was another tortoiseshell with white feet and a white belly.  We
already had Billie, the dog and my parent’s cat.  Mostly we called her Psycho
Kitty.  We don’t really know what happened but she was absolutely terrified of
my second husband.   If he surprised her when she was out of hiding, she would
defecate on the spot and run off.  We even tried Prozac in an effort to get her
to a little more normal.  Unfortunately, it turned her into a mean cat so we
took her off of it.  We would have given her away but she was so psycho we
didn’t think she was adoptable.  She finally settled down when we got the
kittens.  She loved those kittens and was very maternal with them.  She started
to act normal which was a relief.  Unfortunately, one of the kittens was sick
with FIP and infected her.  I always felt bad that she died when she was so
young (about 2 years old).
4.  Lila and Tori. 
We got these kittens because we lost Billie and my parent’s cat at about the
same time.  This left us with just Psycho Kitty who wasn’t exactly
affectionate.  We bought them from two separate pet stores just a few days
apart.  Lila was a beautiful long haired black tabby kitten.  She was very sweet
and laid back.  She also had multiple claws and even two paws on a single
foot.   She was my baby and I adored her.  I think if she had of lived, she
might have even rivaled Billie in my affections.   She got sick very quickly and
eventually died when she was 12 weeks ago.  The vet couldn’t figure out what was
wrong with her even after doing an autopsy.  We were devastated.  Tori was a
white kitten with these weird grey tabby spots.  She was as opposite to Lila as
you could be.  She was wild and rambunctious and on the tear all the time.  We
called her Tori – short for tornado.  Shortly after Lila died,  she began to get
fat and chubby and quiet.  I started to get the feeling that something was
wrong.  We finally discovered that she had FIP and at 16 weeks old, she had to
put her down.  If the first death was devastating,  the second even more so.  I
had nightmares about everything for weeks afterwards.  It was so incredibly sad
to watch little tiny kittens die before they even had a chance to live.  I still
cry if I think about it too much.
5. Hope – We named
her Hope because we hoped that she would survive.  She came with her brother
Cody, 6 weeks after the kittens died.  She was pitch black.  She was a tiny
little kitten that never grew bigger than 8lbs.  She was smart and silly and
like cling wrap with me.  I couldn’t sit down for more than 2 seconds and she
would be on my lap.  When she was a kitten, she would snuggle up against my neck
while I was sleeping and chew on my hair.  How could you sleep with that noise
next to your ear it beyond me.  For a month or two, I had to sleep with my hair
wrapped in a towel.  You couldn’t kick the cats out of the bedroom because they
would just cry for hours until you gave in.  Although she quit chewing on my
hair while I slept, she never quit the practise while I was awake.  When I
picked her up or I was standing next to the rocker,  she would snuggle up against
my neck and start chewing on my hair.   It used to annoy me to no end but after
she died… I missed it all terribly.  Just as my husband’s mother was being
diagnosed with cancer, I was starting to suspect something was wrong with Hope. 
After many visits, the vet finally confirmed my suspicions.  She had leukemia. 
She died two days after my husband’s mother died of cancer.  While she was
sick,  we spoiled her rotten because we knew that we had a limited time with
her.  Her cancer was in temporary remission but she was not cured.  She could
eat anything she wanted or do anything she wanted.  She lasted about 4 months on
her chemo drugs.  I cried my heart out when I had to finally put her down.  She
was just a few weeks shy of her 3rd birthday. 
6.  Cody – we named
him this because even as a kitten he acted like a laid back cat and had
absolutely no ambition.  Cody means cushion.  Although he had no ambition Cody
was actually a very stressed out kitty and we had to treat him several times for
nerves.  He was Hope’s brother and was just as black as her.  He grew to almost
twice her size and was Daddy’s boy.  Cody and I actually never really got
along.  He would often claw me as I walked by and nothing I ever did stopped
him.  It really got the point that I didn’t like him that much because he was
extremely hard headed.  He was also a very dirty cat when it came to the litter
box.  One of the happier days in my life was when my ex-husband agreed to take
7.  Timmie – I still
have Timmie.  She is about 8 years old right now.  We got her about 1 month
after we received Hope and Cody.  She was supposed to be my replacement for
Billie.  Unfortunately, we have not gelled in that manner.  I care about her but
I do not love her like I loved Billie and Hope.  She is another Calico but much
darker.  She has many more black and orange spots and less white.  Until we
finally selected her name, she was called Ugly I (Ugly II was her much uglier
calico sister).  She really is not an attractive Calico.  Even I will admit to
that.  Timmie is FAT!  probably obese for a cat.  Nothing I have done seems to
make a difference.  She is the only fat cat I have ever had so I think it is
simply her make-up and not because of how we feed our cats.  Timmie is a
chewer.  She loves plastic and paper bags and will chew anything!  She
absolutely loves to be brushed and no amount of brushing would be considered too
much.   She is turning into a pretty laid back little cat and every little
disturbs her except for Harmony. Her latest kick is to sleep in the cardboard
box that the bread maker came in.
8.  Harmony
– Eduardo and I called her Harmony because of the way she howled in the car when
we brought her home.  Actually, Eduardo usually calls her Monster.  She is a
dilute calico  with a few peach and soft gray spots but mostly white.  She is
just a little over 2 and a very tiny cat.  She is a lot like Hope in that
manner.   She gets into absolutely EVERYTHING.  You can not leave anything sitting
around without securing it.  Pens, pencils, erasures, pieces of paper, candy….
doesn’t matter.  She thinks its a toy for her own personal pleasure and makes
off with it.   She is a scaredy-cat and is scared of Eduardo (most of the
time).  All he has to do is say "Sssss" and she is gone.   I wish he would make
more effort with her but doesn’t seem to gel with her.  She is even scared of me
sometimes.  I think something happened to her when she was a kitten because she
was a terrified kitten when I first got her.  She is squirming her way into my
heart because of her funny little personality.  She is not an affectionate cat
but she does hang out near me especially when I am in the kitchen cooking.  She
usually sits right at my feet when I am in the kitchen.  She loves to play but
is really quite gentle.  If she started to attack your hand and you quit moving
it… she will immediately stop whatever she is doing.  She loves getting petted
but doesn’t understand Timmie’s love of the brush.   She also loves to attack
Timmie and generally annoy her.   She absolutely loves the balcony and will go
out with you whenever you go out to test the weather or what not.  This leads to
her getting locked out ALL the time.
And those are my 8

2 responses to “8 facts about…

  1. Thanks for playing along.
    Might I suggest, test the cats before taking them home for Leukemia and Fiv. It’s a simple test and we suggest it before folks take a cat home, before the attachment. You know what you are looking at and have a heads up at your options. I test all cats I take home. I do not want to infect the others. FIP can be tested for also but it is sent off to the lab and is more expensive. It is a heart breaking thing as you know to put them down. I sure don’t want to have anything happen to my kittens….or Roy’s cats.
    I hope by tagging you, more people would come by for a visit and see what a unique person you are!
    Hugs and have a great day!

  2. "retire" I like the sound of that!
     I’m not sure I understand too much blood….3-5ccs. But if you BUY a cat, ask about the parentage and if they have had a clean FIP test. The Vet before this one was from Virginia….worked "inside the Belt"…he bragged about that! Didn’t believe in over vaccinating cats….he had 4. So he didn’t vax for FIP. When he moved back to Virginia…where the money flows more freely…..Tongue in Cheek…..he gave away one of his East Coast cats…that lived about 6m before it died of FIP! Where am I going with this….I don’t know…but I think different Vets have different theories. Whether it’s right or wrong….different teachings…different beliefs….different parts of the country. Go with what you feel comfortable with!

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