Cats have been in my life for as long as I can remember and though I never owned any cats until I was married, there have been many in my life. Stray and regular cats who have been owned have come to me and allowed me to befriend them. The three cats that I have owned after my marriage are the ones that want to tell you all about.
The first cat that I owned was a female cat whose name was Sissy and she was actually my mother in law’s before we took her in. Sissy had a long and troubled history, but she was very much loved by my husband and I. When she was a kitten, an older gentleman owned her and for a portion of her life she was an indoor cat which was just allowed in his bedroom, never allowed out. She never experienced the outdoors nor was able to be socialized enough to be able to make friends with other people or cats. When he passed away, his daughter, took her in, but had planned to just let her out and let her be an outdoor cat. She made the decision to give her to my mother in law, whom she knew and was friends with. My mother in law took her in, but for the first few weeks of her life there, she hid in the basement. My mother in law had three other cats at the time and they knew immediately that she was different. She was not friendly at all with anyone who tried to befriend and the three male cats didn’t help matters. She was fixed but they would go after her anyway, because she was different. She did not know how to be social with them and they knew it, so they would torment her and chase after her, trying to corner her. She learned to fight back, but she was no match for the three of them. When I arrived on the scene and my husband to be showed me her, I was appalled by what I saw. She was skinny and she had fur coming off because of what she had been experiencing. So, as soon as we got married, I took over her care. I kept the other cats away from her, made sure she ate, and kept her safe. She began to trust again, which was good. As soon as we moved into our own place, we took her over there and were amazed by the transformation in her. As soon as she realized that there were no other cats in the house and that she was free from being tormented and so forth, she was like a wild cat. She would run around, jumping around, play and so much more that she had not done in a long time. She was the happiest when she was on one of our laps, just relaxing and sleeping. She hated it when we would have to move, but would get back on us when we returned. She loved going outside and sleeping in the sun.
We lost her two years ago, July of 2007, but I believe that the last few years of her life were good ones. She had people who loved her, took care of her, and her life was good. She didn’t have any other cat to share life with so she was happy. She had some problems with her health in her last few years and one day, we knew it was her time to go. She loved going outdoors, as I said, and she did not mind when it was real hot, she loved it anyway. Well, the last day of her life, she went outdoors as usual, but it was hotter than normal and I was concerned. I kept checking up on her until I finally went out because I had not seen her move in a while. She looked up at me but I noticed that she was very weak. I picked her up and she was just limp, could not seem to be able to coordinate her body. I took her in and called my mother in law, who came over to check her out. She said it looked like she may have had a stroke. I was saddened by that, but knew that the time had come for her to go. My husband called and I told him the situation. He told me to call the local vet, which I did, but the local vet could not pencil us in. This vet was also the local vet for bigger animals and the vet was out on a call and was booked solid. She did give me a list of other vets and when my husband came home, we called one on the list. They told us to come and we took her. One of the vets looked her over and confirmed that she had a stroke and that she did not have long. We said our goodbyes to her and they put her down. We were sad about her death but we knew that she was in a better place.
We had two nieces that felt bad about what had happened and decided that we needed another cat. We told them no, not for at least six months, if then. Well, it was almost two months when the girls made up a story to get us over to my mother in law’s. They had rescued a kitten and we had to go over and check it out. Well, lets say, when we both saw the kitten, we fell in love. He had to be about a few months old and the same color as Sissy was. Only difference was that he looked like he had a tux on with a belt and he was a male. I had never had a male before but it did not matter. We took him in and he made himself at home. We named him Oreo, despite the girls attempts to get us to call him Sylvester. He was such an adorable kitten and he is now is a handsome almost two year old male. He helped us get over the loss of Sissy, even though we will always miss her. The girls did again, too, late last year in 2008, they rescued another kitten and brought her to us. She was a tiny gray and white helpless kitten. She could not have been more than a month at the most, she was so tiny. She fit in the palm of my husband’s hand, she was that tiny. Oreo was not too sure of her at first, but they go over it and became friends. We took her to the vet to make sure she was ok. She had some problems but we helped her though them and I was happy to note that she knew what a litter box was. She is a bit skittish but she is so beautiful. She is gray, white, with some brown in her, with stripes along her little body and spots on her stomach. She is almost six months old and apart of the family. I just wish she would grow more, since she is a bit small for her age, but oh well, we love her anyway. So that is my story with the three cats that we took in and loved.