Griffen and Fiona
I am lucky! As a first time cat owner, I adopted both from the Humane Society in DC and they are such good kitties. Both 1 1/2, they get along well together now, after about 1 1/2 months of *testing* each other.
Grif is an American short hair and I've had him since September. A sweet, lug of a guy who likes to play a little rough and tumble. Totally trusting, he flips over on his back for a good tummy rub whenever I want to love him up a bit. He loves to eat!
He's patient with Fiona, my princess. She's a black, part Burmese with golden eyes. I've had her just over 1 1/2 months now She's sweet, loving and often my shadow. She's curious about whatever I'm doing. When I do yoga, she's right there in between the spaces and licking my hands and arms. If I'm filling the dishwasher, she's there watching every move. She get's testy still with Grif when he plays too hard - she can be a bit impatient.
Griffen is definitely alpha although a gentleman as he shared the litterbox when Fifi joined us. Fifi takes care of herself though and I trust them every day to be good to each other as I leave them for the work day.
My beautiful Sammy
by Gloria Georgiou
I am a animal love, always have been. My husband and I have lived in our house for over ten years.
One morning, while putting out the trash in the front yard I noticed a skinny black and white cat. He was digging in my trash looking for food.
I felt sorry for him so I went in the house and cut up some small hamburger meat (cooked) and brought it to him but he ran away. I left for work but left the food by the garage outside the house. When I returned the food was gone. I bought him some cat food and for over two weeks Sammy would come and eat then run away. Never allowing me to touch him. My husband is a dog lover, does not like cats. I have two large dogs who don't like cats either. Therefore I could really not introduce Sammy to my dogs because I felt they would hurt him.
Well time went on and kept feeling Sammy until eventually he became friendly towards me. I never gave up. He finally allowed me to pet and hold him. He was an outside cat, stayed out doors at night, I made him a bed by my front door where he slept at night. He gained weight and was no longer the skinny stray cat I knew.
One day I noticed he had a lump on his back, it drained and came back. My husband said we needed to take him to the vet. The vet she told me he had been in a fight, the bite mark on his back infected and swelled up. The vet told me Sammy had been spaded. He had once belonged to someone. I had her give him all the necessary shots and we took him home.
I was at work and my husband told me he let Sammy in the house,my dogs got alone with him and they became friends. My Sammy lives in doors now, sometimes going outside. He loves to just smell the fresh air.
I love my Sammy, he's brought so much joy to my household, even my husband has opened his heart to Sammy.
My Dear Kitty Cat; Pluto.
by Flippy Eap
I had many cats, but Pluto's always been my favorite. He was quite large for a cat, almost like a small dog. When I sat in the garden, Pluto would come up to me and lick my face, also like a dog. But Pluto was a cat. I used to think he was a cross and possibly possessed dog genes, but no, I discovered he was actually just a weird cat.
I was never sure if Pluto was a female or male. She/he had qualities of both. I loved my dear Pluto. My neighbors used to ask me why his name was Pluto. I said it was because I thought it was a dog. Pluto was white, brown, black, orange, and he had a weird spot of green. The vet never figured out why. He said Pluto was an extraordinary cat! I felt so special to have a cat who wasn't really a cat. I mean, of course he was a cat. But he wasn't too. He also loved horses. Which is why I took him there. But I stopped after one stepped on him.
Pluto only had three legs after that incident. But no matter, he was still my lovable fluff ball. Pluto also really loved people.
I think he was a bit psychic or something. He could feel people's auras which is how he decided whether he liked them. His nose would twitch if he didn't like them and they'd have to get of his way.
My Pluto's protected me from all kind of trouble I believe. Pluto also knew how to use a phone and the toilet! Well, he wasn't so good at using the toilet, but I put in a special kitty flush for him! It was adorable! He also knew how to dial 911. It saved my life when I fell and hit my head on my sink.
This is in memory of my dear Pluto, who I got mad at. Once to many. But then one day my neighbor from across the road hung him on a tree! OMG. I know right. It's eeeevil. But he bit him and it hurt. And it left a big fat scar. Though I thought this was no excuse to harm my dear Pluty baby. I think Pluto knew. He knew the neighbor killed him.
Mysteriously one day, my neighbor's house burned down. He died in the fire. And then, at his funeral. There was PLUTO!!!! DUN DUN DUN. That's what I thought too. Until I discovered it wasn't Pluto because it didn't have a green patch. So there's the story of my lovable fluffy multicolored cat who I love and miss very, very, very much. Please comment and offer your condolences.